Buco story . . .

I was in an antique store (I think in Cedar Falls/Waterloo, Iowa area?) and was flippin' through a clothes rack.  On the far edge of the rack hung a weathered cycle-champ style police jacket.  I picked it off the rack - it was heavy as hell.  I noticed it had a set of keys in the pocket.  The tag read BUCO.  I asked the clerk how much? (no tag) and she hadn't seen that coat in the store.  Huh?  Where did it come from?  I tried it on, and it fit great !  Then a girl walked in, with me holding the coat - and said, "Thanks !"  She was about 6 feet tall and kinda built (but in the right places, if you know what I mean?)  She helped her friend load a table bought from the store, and hung it on the edge of the rack.  She had good taste in jackets . . her perfume stayed on me for awhile, which was kinda cool since it smelled great !