The Hat

I bought a deep green OREGON ballcap at the Portland Airport so I could blend in.
Nobody wears them here. It’s all hoodies for the locals.
Nobody uses umbrellas here. I guess it’s so people have both hands free to order coffee or apologize.
We went to a Trail Blazers game at the Rose Center, and that’s where I lost my hat.
It’s okay, though. Someone will find it, and it’s a one size fits all hat, so it will fit them perfectly.
If someone sees this story, please do not return the hat.
It’s not mine. It’s yours now.

2 thoughts on “The Hat”

  1. The nerve. Saddling a Portlander with the task of trying to find the owner of a hat is cruel. If you had only stood at the entrance to the Rose Garden in the rain pointing at your head, you would have at least given the dozen or more people who would have asked, a chance to give them the opportunity to buy you a replacement thereby relieving guilt at having found hats in the past and restoring karmic balance. Shame.

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