My sister and I found genuine turbans at the Family Dollar in town. We bought them, put on our best Hindi accents, and drove around the park with the windows rolled down; We asked the people who were stupid enough to come up to the car if they wanted a taxi ride. There was also this fat guy in the parking lot wearing a pair of sweatpants beneath a pair of cut-off sweatpants. I envy his fashion sense.
Sweatpantception.
