I was sitting at North Station, wearing my trench coat and fedora, waiting for my train. With nothing else to do but wait, I tipped back and was reading a book.
After a few minutes I hear the titter of laughter. I look up and an 18 year old and his girlfriend are now sitting across from me. The 18 year old is wearing one of those sewn together ersatz stingy brims that looks like it was made from the seat covers of a recalled 1970's Pontiac.
The 18 year old it tipped back, mocking me by assuming the same position. The girlfriend, who thinks Mr. Pimples is brilliant, is laughing (hence the tittering).
After a few minutes the 18 year old yells over, “cool hat, what style is that?” Without looking up I call back, “Its a snap brim fedora.”
The 18 year old then asks “what style would you call mine?” indicating the recycled seat cover.
I yell back, “unfortunate.”
After a few minutes I hear the titter of laughter. I look up and an 18 year old and his girlfriend are now sitting across from me. The 18 year old is wearing one of those sewn together ersatz stingy brims that looks like it was made from the seat covers of a recalled 1970's Pontiac.
The 18 year old it tipped back, mocking me by assuming the same position. The girlfriend, who thinks Mr. Pimples is brilliant, is laughing (hence the tittering).
After a few minutes the 18 year old yells over, “cool hat, what style is that?” Without looking up I call back, “Its a snap brim fedora.”
The 18 year old then asks “what style would you call mine?” indicating the recycled seat cover.
I yell back, “unfortunate.”