My hat was run over by a truck
Sep. 17th, 2003 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanIt's been a very windy day. I knew it was windy before I went out, but I hadn't remembered to check just how windy on the Weather Underground page. I had to go pick up some prescriptions, and planned to stop at Target too. As I was crossing Nicollet Avenue at 38th Street, my hat blew right off my head and darted into the intersection. I went along to the curb and watched a gigantic truck just , I thought, miss running over the hat. When traffic diminished I ran out and grabbed the hat, crammed it onto my head, and tied its strings firmly under my chin, an action I detest as it always makes me feel that I am choking.
I went on downtown on the bus and walked over to the clinic without much difficulty. When I came out I realized that that was a result of having had the wind on my side. Now I was trying to walk into it. It almost got my hat again. One had to walk partly bent over and wade along as if going through water. People trying to smoke outside were perplexed and frustrated. Most other people just bent themselves over and went right on talking about office politics or their kids or the sale at Marshall Fields.
By the time I got back to Nicollet I decided I was not going to Target. I could have taken the skyway, but it didn't occur to me until later. This is not the time of year to lurk in skyways. It'll be cold soon enough. I ducked into Marshall Fields and got a sandwich, which was an evil thing to do, but I do those from time to time. Then I got on a bus and went home. I hung my hat in its place. Later when the wind was less ferocious I put the hat on again and took my cat outside. Only when I came in again and was hanging up the hat once more did I see that it had tire tracks all across the front brim. Nobody even looked at me funny when I was doing my errands. Perhaps I am imperceptive. Perhaps they have seen odder things.
I put my hat in the washer, and trust it will emerge its old self again. It's a Tilley hat, so even if the tracks will not come out, I am not going to stop wearing it.
Pamela
I went on downtown on the bus and walked over to the clinic without much difficulty. When I came out I realized that that was a result of having had the wind on my side. Now I was trying to walk into it. It almost got my hat again. One had to walk partly bent over and wade along as if going through water. People trying to smoke outside were perplexed and frustrated. Most other people just bent themselves over and went right on talking about office politics or their kids or the sale at Marshall Fields.
By the time I got back to Nicollet I decided I was not going to Target. I could have taken the skyway, but it didn't occur to me until later. This is not the time of year to lurk in skyways. It'll be cold soon enough. I ducked into Marshall Fields and got a sandwich, which was an evil thing to do, but I do those from time to time. Then I got on a bus and went home. I hung my hat in its place. Later when the wind was less ferocious I put the hat on again and took my cat outside. Only when I came in again and was hanging up the hat once more did I see that it had tire tracks all across the front brim. Nobody even looked at me funny when I was doing my errands. Perhaps I am imperceptive. Perhaps they have seen odder things.
I put my hat in the washer, and trust it will emerge its old self again. It's a Tilley hat, so even if the tracks will not come out, I am not going to stop wearing it.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-09-19 10:26 am (UTC)I've eyed those waterproof socks. I think Raphael has some.
Pamela