Pompidou
One Too Many
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- Plainfield, CT
It's been an interesting two days for the Art Fawcett hat. I was sitting at the bar the other day, waiting for people I knew to show up, and all the sudden my ear got flicked. I just ignored it - didn't even turn around, figured, surely there's some way it could've been an accident. A few flicks later, I turned around ready to flick someone in the nose as fair play, and it was a middle aged lady. Winning or losing these little contests isn't as important to me as making sure everyone believes me the good guy, so I asked if she needed something. She said, "I like your hat," and proceeded to manhandle it into the position she thought I should wear it. Didn't lift it and reposition it - just tried - and succeeded I suppose, in shifting it around by the brim side and front. "That hat's like a fedora. You have to wear it like this," she said. I sighed a little and said, "Well, you can kinda wear them however you feel like," and there was an uneventful back and forth about what should be done. A few mins later I went to make sure she didn't have any food on her fingers that would stain my hat, and was glad there was no damage.
After the bar, I was stopping by a friend's house, and since they smoke in the house, and since it's a lot harder to wash a hat than just tossing it in the machine, I leave it in the truck. This time, I noticed I was missing a game I wanted to give to another friend - a little Gameboy game, so I was looking for that and slipped, crushing the Art Fawcett pretty badly. I was pleasantly surprised at how resilient the hat really is though. I was able to pop it all back into shape with no visible after effects - not even a crease. I counted myself lucky. I don't mind the hat garnering a personality from repeated and dedicated use, but it's gotta be more gradual than that.
The next night I was at the bar playing pool when some trucker looking redneck fellow (looked like the trucker-hat guy in King of the Hill) forgot to use his inside voice, saying to the guy he came in with, "What's with the hat? Boy George or something?" I didn't say anything, just looked over and shrugged. Nothing came of it. I only go to one bar. It's like Cheers for me, and I typically don't have to bother responding to that sort of thing.
After the bar, I was stopping by a friend's house, and since they smoke in the house, and since it's a lot harder to wash a hat than just tossing it in the machine, I leave it in the truck. This time, I noticed I was missing a game I wanted to give to another friend - a little Gameboy game, so I was looking for that and slipped, crushing the Art Fawcett pretty badly. I was pleasantly surprised at how resilient the hat really is though. I was able to pop it all back into shape with no visible after effects - not even a crease. I counted myself lucky. I don't mind the hat garnering a personality from repeated and dedicated use, but it's gotta be more gradual than that.
The next night I was at the bar playing pool when some trucker looking redneck fellow (looked like the trucker-hat guy in King of the Hill) forgot to use his inside voice, saying to the guy he came in with, "What's with the hat? Boy George or something?" I didn't say anything, just looked over and shrugged. Nothing came of it. I only go to one bar. It's like Cheers for me, and I typically don't have to bother responding to that sort of thing.