Bouncing Aint Easy

My friend Anna is a fashion student, and she likes to do all the things that fashion students do, like making her own clothes and going clubbing. The other day, she was off out for a big night of dancing, posing and pulling. It can get fairly competitive in the fashion student world, with everyone trying to outdo each other with the latest clothes, so she decided that she was going to have to make and wear something special. So she got this intricately patterned piece of fabric, and cut it, pinned it and wrapped it herself to make a kind of cyber-sari. She had a little bit left over at the end, so she wrapped it around her head.

Anyway, the big night arrives, and all her friends are already inside this super-fashionable club, so she has to queue on her own. She thinks she looks the bomb, right, so she doesn't think there'll be any trouble getting in.

But, when she goes to strut through the door as if on the catwalk, the big bouncer bloke sticks a big arm out, and stops her going in.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"You're banned, Anna," the bouncer replies, in a deep threatening tone.

"What?!" she replies, since she can't quite believe it.

"I said," the bouncer replies calmly, "You're banned, Anna!"

So Anna's pretty confused. What could she have possibly have done to get banned? She didn't remember doing anything particularly naughty the last time she was here. Perhaps the bouncer was confusing her with someone else.

"That's not fair," she protested, "Let me in!"

"Look, I'll say this once again," replied the bouncer, and he tapped her on the head patronisingly. "You're not coming in... Rules are rules - No caps. No trainers. No bandanas."