You know how guys have lucky baseball caps? I, too, have a lucky hat. I've had it forever. It's a lovely, little cloche hat that reminds me of the 1920s. It's been with me every time something good has happened in my life.
The other day I was at Flor-Mart. I was there to pick up a few odds and ends and check out the bargains. I put my hat in my coat pocket. I always put it there, in the same pocket.
After paying for my purchases, I reached into my pocket to find my hat and it was gone. I felt my body get all tingly. Where was it? I searched both pockets, my purse, my bags, the floor around me. No hat. That's when I began to panic.
With my bags in hand I began running around the store like a mother searching for her lost child. I retraced my footsteps. I looked under things in case my hat fell and was kicked. I looked everywhere. Everywhere. But I couldn't find it.
By this time, store security had found me and wondered what I was doing. They were convinced I was attempting to shoplift. I was taken in a backroom where they searched my purse, bags and pockets and patted me down. I explained the situation to them.
One of the guards laughed. "Why don't you buy a new hat? You're at Flor-Mart. Ten thousand square foot of every product under the sun."
I told them it was my lucky hat and I couldn't possibly ever replace it. It was too precious to me. Both guards laughed at me before telling me to leave the store.
I left with my heart heavy and my head hung low.
The other day I was at Flor-Mart. I was there to pick up a few odds and ends and check out the bargains. I put my hat in my coat pocket. I always put it there, in the same pocket.
After paying for my purchases, I reached into my pocket to find my hat and it was gone. I felt my body get all tingly. Where was it? I searched both pockets, my purse, my bags, the floor around me. No hat. That's when I began to panic.
With my bags in hand I began running around the store like a mother searching for her lost child. I retraced my footsteps. I looked under things in case my hat fell and was kicked. I looked everywhere. Everywhere. But I couldn't find it.
By this time, store security had found me and wondered what I was doing. They were convinced I was attempting to shoplift. I was taken in a backroom where they searched my purse, bags and pockets and patted me down. I explained the situation to them.
One of the guards laughed. "Why don't you buy a new hat? You're at Flor-Mart. Ten thousand square foot of every product under the sun."
I told them it was my lucky hat and I couldn't possibly ever replace it. It was too precious to me. Both guards laughed at me before telling me to leave the store.
I left with my heart heavy and my head hung low.
