Went to my dad’s house the other day. He had a hat out. It was red and dented and crappy. I think he spent $1 on it.
“Dad,” I said, “what’s with the crappy hat?”
“What’s wrong with it?” he replied.
“Dad,” I said, “it’s crappy. It looks like you spent $1 on it.”
“Well …” he said.
My dad’s hats are a phenomenon to themselves. They’re plentiful, they’re odd, they fall into two categories.
A. Hats I’ve bought him as gifts …
B. Hats he purchased for $1 …
Oddly, the ones he wears most are the $1 specials.
I don’t get it.
