The best part is: I won the same shirt.
The year was 1998. On a breezy summer afternoon, yours truly was hard at work at the drive thru window of the prestigious eating establishment at which I was employed. As a responsible, upstanding sophomore in high school, I took my important job seriously, making sure people had the requested hot or mild sauce, correct change, and service with a smile. Unbeknownst to me, a mystery shopper employed by Coke came through the drive thru, I asked him if he'd like a drink with that. SHAZAM! This little bonzo passed a surprise test. He came in with balloons and presented me with that t-shirt, a free cooler and some free soda.
So the same thing must've happened to this guy, and now I have something very meaningful in common with a bank robber! The difference: One of us ended up in the paper, while one of us decided to start paying various educational institutions for pieces of paper that may or may not ever amount to anything.
Looks like I chose the wrong fork in the road. Poop.