A Hat of my Own

I have just returned home triumphant from a necessary shopping expedition. I was in desperate need of a hat. My friend who left her hat here at my house claimed it and demanded its safe return; so you see my dilemma. At the conference in Palm Springs, I went out for coffee with a friend there, and we did our best to look cool . . . movie star cool. I, though, fell miserably short. My friend commended my coolness, but I remained disappointed in myself. I felt in my heart that I wasn't putting forth my best effort. I didn't have a hat, so I felt that any attempts on my part of looking cool were made in vain. I returned home last night and was reunited with the found hat belonging to my friend who left it, but it just wasn't the same. Sure, I wore my friend's hat to a coffee date that night, but it just didn't feel right. I knew I had to make haste to correct the situation-so I did. For the sake of my friends who expect a certain level of coolness from me (and who can blame them? I'm an L.A. native.), and for my own street cred., I went out and bought me a hat today. I think it's perfect.