The picture below shows a few of the hats that don’t look good on me. There are many more. Like, baseball caps . . . unless it’s one of them with a long bill . . . although, I’ve never owned one; I just saw one I liked in the movie The Sandlot.
I do like pith helmets but not the traditional ones that are really tall; the ones I like are sometimes listed as French pith helmets. I was introduced to them when working as a mailman. It was the hat I wore while delivering mail and irritating dogs and it’s where one pinned the badge.
I used that hat for years when doing yard work because I liked the ventilation feature. Eventually, the leather headband disintegrated and I had to dispose of it. I then bought a replacement but it was plastic. Easier to maintain and decorate (you just need a sharpie).
That one stayed with me for many years and was eventually given away when we left Colorado. I bought a cheap one here but I don’t like it as well.
But, the bottom line is that I don’t typically look good in hats; even hats I like. Still, I do wear a hat (I don’t understand people here who walk around under the tropical sun without a hat for protection).
The hat I wear is like this one. I actually own two; one is much newer and isn’t sun-faded. The brim holds its shape better than my old one . . . but my old one is the one I usually wear. Why? Well, I’m used to it and it’s been trained to fit my head. But, besides that, because it has lost much of its structural integrity it’s also the ideal hat for when I’m out snapping photos . . . because — when I bring the camera up to my eye — the brim moves out of the way without dislodging the hat from my head.
I don’t look good in it, of course, but then I don’t really care.
“Well, if you don’t care, why not one of the ones in the picture?”
Come on! I may not care how I look, but that doesn’t mean I go out of my way to look weird.
And now, the photo:
. . . although, I do admit that whenever I look at that coppery one, I’m tempted to buy one like it. As near as I can tell from observing other humans, once you transcend a certain level of weirdness you’re considered to have a unique style.
Apparently, that’s a good thing.
One of the things that Joe Martin does well are his “sounds better than it is award” panels. This one is one of my favorites.
Truthfully, I think he might have meant psychologist but the joke still works.
I’ve often wondered if birds use higher-quality poop for use on expensive newly-washed cars . . . I imagine this is what Really Fancy Pigeon Poop On Black Mercedes looks like.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
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