My lost hat: It is no small thing for a man to lose his hat. A cap? Okay. But not a hat. I mean, a hat requires a couple of years to build a little character.
Well, it was like this.
I went out and had a bite to eat one afternoon. That’s not unusual. I mean, it’s nothing to lose a hat over. Now, don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t that I couldn’t pay and I had to either forfeit my hat or wash dishes. Nothing like that at all.
You see, I was with someone else and having a very pleasant conversation. Oh yes, I was carrying something. Anyway, when I was ready to leave, I picked up whatever it was I was carrying and I left my hat on the table. How could I do that? That had been my hat for a dozen years.
Later that day, I was going out. I went to fetch my hat in the usual place. It wasn’t there. Where did I put the thing? I searched the house and couldn’t find it. I looked in my car. Finally, I called the restaurant and no missing hat had been turned in. I was desperate. What to do? A hat, a hat, my kingdom for a hat. Okay, okay, maybe not a kingdom, but a hundred bucks.
So, if I’m lucky, in a couple of years, I’ll have a hat with character.
The way I figure it is this. Either an old man now has a nice hat or some kid has some stupid hat he can wear next Halloween.
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