How ya like my hat? Starbucks (true story)

How ya like my hat? Starbucks (true story)

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Yesterday I was visiting one of my favorite places, the La Plata Starbucks in Southern Maryland. The first place I look, when I walk in the door is to the left, at the corner, my corner. Good, no one was there, because that’s my spot, yep my spot. Of course it’s not really, but it seems like it is. I’m there all the time and the staff treats me like family, everyone makes me feel right at home. The corner receptacle receives my plug so often I’m about to install a mail box.

The other day Alvin walked over and gave me this hat and said, “Your paycheck will be here on Friday.” We both laughed as I took the hat, then we chatted for a while about Christmas in April, which is one of his favorite projects.

I said, “thank you so much for the hat. I’ll add it to my Facebook folder, How ya like my hat?

“You don’t have to do that. You’re here so often, now you’re an honorary part of the crew.”

“It’s always good to feel a part of.”

“Yes it is. Gotta go, see you Jim.”

“Later.”

I was trying to start a feature at Starbucks called Norm Day. It’s from the TV show Cheers, every time Norm would walk in the bar, everyone would yell, “Norm!” Well at Starbucks it would go like this: Once a week slow evening, picked by the owner of course, Starbucks would pick a name out of a hat, so to speak. Let’s say between five and seven, when someone would walk in the door the staff would yell the name of that day. If your name matched the name called you would get one free drink, no refills. However I can think of several ways the bad guys can cheat. So far it hasn’t grown any legs.

Actually, I asked Alvin for a hat and he gladly gave it to me.

 

How ya like my hat?

How ya like my hat?

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I was at this dude ranch trying to look cool and lose some weight. Realizing I couldn’t do either, I decided to shop.

Waisting time in the foyer of the business, I saw a number of hats for sale. The male clerk told me how nice this one looked on me, of course he was trying to make a sale. I figured he didn’t know what he was talking about and I thought I might look a little pretentious. However, while in front of a mirror appraising myself standing under the hat a very attractive lady strolled by saying, “nice hat, you look good.” Needless to say, I bought the hat.

Just messin, bought it for $4 at a local thrift store.

 

How ya like my hat?

 

How ya like my hat? Gold O’s hat

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   I was chasing this very cute lady through Safeway this morning, then out of the store and into the parking lot, after the parking lot she was heading into Target, but before she walked into the store she turned around and threw this hat at me. I stopped, picked up the hat, put it on my head and went home proud to have a new hat.

Just meesin, bought it for a buck at a yard sale. What say you?

Let’s go O’s.

 

How ya like my hat?

How ta like my hat? Virginia hat

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    As you can tell this state of Virginia hat doesn’t fit very good. However, I didn’t realise that when the following happened.


    While enjoying a tasty burger and fries at a local burger joint here in La Plata, I was accosted by a group of bald ladies.


    They said, “that my hat and hair was atrocious.”


    I said, ” I might understand your thoughts about my hair, but what’s wrong with my hat?”


    Apparently the leader of the group spoke up and told me, “We’re from Georgia.”


    I was wearing one of my favorite Tennessee hats, so I replied, “I’m actually from Maryland and our enemy is suppose to be Virginia.”


    She pulled out this hat and said, “if you wear this hat and say Virginia is for Lovers, we will not humiliate you here in public.”


    I thought for a moment and told her, “I’ll do it if you take a picture of me wearing it, so I can post it on my Facebook page.” So that’s how I got this hat.



    Just messin, bought it for $2 at a local thrift store.

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How ya like my hat?

 

Hiw ya like my hat?j

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It’s a nice looking hat, just too small for my big head. When me and my second wife were together and getting along I bought this for her. We got it at a sporting good store for big bucks, since I thought very highly of her money was no object.

Well when she would wear it most guys would give her the wolf calls or at least flirt with her. She loved this hat for that very reason, she knew she was a hottie and played it up. A very good looking woman with straight dark hair long enough to cover her double dee’s if needed. She also had nice long legs to go with her full blooded Cherokee complexion. Any man would love to be with her and she knew it. After years of her flirting well beyond the scope that any wife should be doing, we got divorced.

It was a fairly amicable divorce untill we got to my baseball cards. She knew I had several rookie cards that would bring a pretty penny if one needed some extra cash. After weeks of arguing, I gave her some of my cards, but she had to give up her daisy dukes, cowboy boots and this hat. I lost that battle no matter how you looked at it.

Just messin: bought it at a local thrift store for two dollars.