January 13, 2013 by Musical
The only bad thing was transportation. Our main vehicle is out of order, so that pushes us into another way, The Buick. We have 6 potential sledders, and comfortably, The Buick only fits 4/5. We could just drive everyone there in shifts, but I don’t think we have 40$ extra, for just playing in the snow. So, uncomfortable wins this round. In The Buick, there is a ‘personal’ seat in the front, then there is a bench in the back, seating 3, lastly, there is a small bench on the drivers side going over to the middle of the car. I am the smallest 12+ year old, so, I was the only candidate for this uncommon seat.
I ALWAYS wear my favorite hat, whenever I go in to public, I have actually gained a sort of ‘nickname’ with it. Nobody remembers my real name, they just remember that I have a tophat, so I use that to my advantage, my name is tophat, cherio, old chap.
So, they had both been decided, I would wear my tophat, and sit in THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE SEAT EVER. So, I may look squished, but at least my head will look awesome.
So I get in the seat, buckle up, everyone else gets in, I take a deep breath, trying to not go all ‘claustrophobic’ on everyone. Dad starts backing up, he parked again. “Musical, you need to take your hat off, I can’t see anything with it on.” Really dear sir? THE hat going off of my person?!? This is plain horrible. Stripping me of my dignity like that? You’re bluffing. Apparently not, for a moment after he said that, I felt my hat slowly lift off of my noggin, then gently placed on my lap.
Stripped of dignity. STRIPPED, not taken, stripped. I came to thinking: “Dignity, that is a great name for him.” Me of course speaking of my hat. Atricolor is my bowtie, but Dignity is my tophat. Splendid.
Sorry that was totally random, and strange, but that is what was on my mind today.