I worked with a Ukrainian guy, Mike, that wore trench coats all the time. He was 6'-5" tall, weighed in probably around 220. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and a chin beard. Wore combat boots.
My kids were very young then and their favorite bedtime story was the Three Little Pigs.
One day my wife and oldest daughter come to my work. "Little Mikey" was there in full regalia.
My daughter saw him and hid behind me. Little Mikey noticed her hiding and asked, "Are you okay little girl?"
She tapped me on my leg and asked, "Daddy, is THAT the Big Bad Wolf?"
I thought Little Mikey was going to piss himself from laughing, tears running down his cheek. "She thinks I'm the big bad wolf . . . . "
"She has a point." I told him.