Today I wore a flat-brimmed hat to work. You know, the “gangsta” style hat. “Gangta” is street talk for gangster... I also wore furry boots and a mini skirt. I am straight thug. Ok I need to stop.
About half way through the day I got a migraine from my sweet flat-brimmed hat. I decided to take it off. Then I remembered why I wore a hat in the first place…. I haven’t washed my hair in a couple of days. So now I am walking around the office with matted, greasy, hat hair with a red line across my head from where the hat was too tight.
I’m clearly not cut out for the gangster life...
... or am I?