How ya like my hat? Lincoln hat

How ya like my hat? Lincoln hat




It was just last week that I got a terrible sunburn on my head. It was so bad, that it blinded me whenever I looked in the mirror.

I normally always wear a hat, but during my move to Virginia, I lost several boxes off my truck. One box had my socks and underwear, another one had shoes and pants, a third had most of my t-shirts and the last one had all of my hats.

I took a break from unpacking after I noticed the boxes missing, and went to the local Wal-Mart in my flip flops and same clothes I moved down with. I bought: underwear, socks, t-shirts and pants. However, I was not going to spend ten dollars for a hat, that I wasn’t interested in.

It was a hot, windy Saturday, and not good for outdoor shopping without a hat, I went anyway.

There were plenty of yard sales in this sleepy little town, but I didn’t find the flea market until hours later. Finally coming across a table with a large assortment of hats, I must of spent twenty minutes trying on one after another. Finding a few Washington Redskin hats, for a buck apiece was a prize in itself. Putting those aside, I kept searching for fun. While trying on an Abraham Lincoln hat, a big gust of wind blew it off my head. Before I could react a dog caught it and quickly ran off. I didn’t want it anyway, because it was too small and it cost ten dollars.

The lady said, “That will be ten dollars please.”

I said, “That wasn’t my fault.”

“You tried almost every hat and got your head sweat on everyone of them.”

Not knowing what to do, I said, “Okay” and gave her twelve dollars for the Lincoln and two Redskin’s hats.

Later that evening, as I was rubbing Aloe Vera on my sun burned head, there was a knock on my front door. It was the hat lady and she was carrying a fruit basket. As she handed me the fruit, she said, “I have something else for you.”

While taking the fruit basket, I said, “WOW! Wasn’t expecting this.”

At that time she turned to her truck and, “Whistled.” Out of the truck bed jumped a dog, sprinting to her side. She said, “Want you to meet Darby. I think he likes you.” Darby sat by her side with a bag, that hung from his bottom jaw. I realized Darby was the same dog that grabbed the Lincoln hat and ran off. “Think he was playing with you earlier, not sure though.” She took the bag from Darby, then handed it and ten dollars to me and said, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”


Just messing, bought it for a buck


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