Alberta often has a wind that whips headgear off of my head and a hat will go tumbling down the road. I can tie a hat on, or keep my hand on the hat but neither solution is that comfortable. These two hats are just tight enough at the brim that they really work.
Today I wore the blue hat on my daily walk which now takes me to the new Winner’s store at North Hill Mall and back. I get a chance to do some retail therapy in the middle of my exercise. I don’t need money so far. Looking at the merchandise is enough.
Today to return home , I readjusted my hat at the door, making sure the brim was tilted enough that I could see the sidewalk, but not enough that the wind could get at it and I prepared to go the last leg of my journey.
“I love your hat,” said an older man.
“Well, thank you,” I smiled and met his eyes. “That is sweet of you.”
“No, I really mean it. Women don't wear hats much anymore. You look so young and you have the colour of hair I love. Are you single?"
"Yes."
"Could I give you my number? I am single. I am sixty. I really mean it. Let me give you my number.”
I just could not tell him that I was old enough to be his mother. I ignored anything else he had to say and moved on toward home.
I am not giving those hats away.
Looks like they are good for more than just keeping the sun away.
Arta
Great story. Everyone wants to be your friend. And with good reason.
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