Just a short story about a boy, his fedora and his wife....
In the past months I've come to daily wearing an old Dobbs I picked up at a thrift store. It's nice, but not my "best" hat, so I'm turning it into my daily hat...
Well last weekend we stop by the california pizza kitchen (great salads) and finally get a booth. My son sits beside me, and my wife across from me. Since she has more, I hand her my sons jacket, my half-belt of which she stacks up beside her. I then hand her the Dobbs of which she places on top and begins to pack it down over the coats like she's making room in a suitcase. I let out a muffled yelp which stops her.
She then asks, "What?" I then explained it's best not to squoosh a fedora, but instead just place it on top.
After dinner as we were leaving, the waiter, a young man who just moved out to LA, complimented me on my hat.
And for the ladies, I apologize for the title of this thread, but I'm sure this thread will travel down that path soon enough...
In the past months I've come to daily wearing an old Dobbs I picked up at a thrift store. It's nice, but not my "best" hat, so I'm turning it into my daily hat...
Well last weekend we stop by the california pizza kitchen (great salads) and finally get a booth. My son sits beside me, and my wife across from me. Since she has more, I hand her my sons jacket, my half-belt of which she stacks up beside her. I then hand her the Dobbs of which she places on top and begins to pack it down over the coats like she's making room in a suitcase. I let out a muffled yelp which stops her.
She then asks, "What?" I then explained it's best not to squoosh a fedora, but instead just place it on top.
After dinner as we were leaving, the waiter, a young man who just moved out to LA, complimented me on my hat.
And for the ladies, I apologize for the title of this thread, but I'm sure this thread will travel down that path soon enough...