I nipped at someone today. Our neighbor's son came over and he had a baseball hat on. For the record, I do not like baseball hats at all. First off, they flatter no one. Secondly, a man who wore a baseball hat was real mean to me years ago when I was Rico. So, bottom line, baseball hats suck.
Anyway, I digress. This guy, a nice guy from all accounts, came over to chat with Mom. The hat threw me off and I momentarily lost my mind and nipped at his leg. It was a stupid move, I know that, but at the time, it seemed like the thing to do. Hindsight, however, is twenty-twenty. Plus, seriously, have you seen the size of my head? Small. So it stands to reason that my brain is pretty damn small too. Whatever. A guy is allowed to screw up now and then. It's not like I broke the skin or anything. I bit his jeans. No blood, no foul. Perspective, please.
The moral of this story is, don't wear a baseball hat in my house. It freaks me out. Plus, no matter how rakish you may think you look in a baseball hat, it's a dumb accessory. Even if it's a Phillies hat. Trust me on this.
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