About two weeks ago I bought a new hat. It’s a perfect hat. It’s the old time 1920’s newspaper boy’s hat. It is made by the Penguin Company, a company that has made these kinds of hats for a very long time. At first, nobody liked my hat. But I looked ahead to the future to the benefits of wearing such an old fashioned hat.
I was in line at the post office waiting to mail out a package. I was, of course, wearing my hat. A man in his 80’s looked at me, and started talking to me. First, he asked what I was mailing out that was so big. I told him it was a bass guitar. He then went on to say that it was amazing that stamps were now forty-two cents a piece. He then asked me if I remembered when stamps were three cents a piece. I told him that I remembered when they were twenty-four cents a piece. He just kind of smiled.
So my magical hat either makes me seem older or much more approachable to old people, or both. Either way, I found the whole thing funny. I now wonder what other powers my magical hat has. Maybe it will make other people immediately think, “Wow, what a nice guy,” even though they have never met me. I knew buying that hat was a great idea.
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