How ya like my hat? Burger King hat
I followed her out of the lounge, through the city streets and into the park wishing I had a camera.
I sat on the bench behind her, as she stood motionlessly watching hundreds of ducks in and around the pond. To my dismay she finally sat down on the left side of her bench and started feeding them.
She was wearing an ugly paper Burger King hat, that didn’t come close to matching her attire. When I finally took the plunge, I stood and awkwardly walked to her right and asked, “May I join you?”
At that moment, sirens from what seemed to be a police chase, echoed off the pond and through the trees and bushes. Instead of answering me she said, “Duck!”
I replied, “Why? I’m not wanted by the police.”
“No. I mean duck,” as she pointed to a baby duck at my feet.
“Oh wow! I never noticed, I was too busy looking at your hat.”
“Only my hat?”
I grinned and said, “You look nice today.” I have a two McDonald’s hats, but nothing like that one.”
“Yeah, I lost a bet to a guy that works at Wendy’s. We all make fun of this stupid hat.”
“What was the bet?”
“I bet him, that he would fail his English test. He passed, so I had to walk to the park in a bikini of his choosing, high heels and this hat.”
“ I must say, he has a nice eye for fashion,” then I asked her, “Can I get a picture?”
“Of me in my bikini?”
“No, of me in that hat. Can you take a picture of me wearing it?”
She seemed stunned, but said, “Sure.”