The last panel is a total fabrication. Those guys don’t care WHAT you dress like, spare change is spare change.

Still, even a city slicker like me felt much safer roaming the streets at night with the swarming masses of geeks roaming all over the place.

(Historical Note: Past Me calling himself a “city slicker” is the funniest joke yet.  It only took two years of being an ACTUAL urban dweller to realize that I have never been, nor will I ever be, city folk)