"Do people still wear hats?" Caylee queried as she got dressed for work. "Well, they would if they had this one! This hat is fabulous! I feel like Princess Kate in this hat! Oh the color is just perfect! I mean, have you ever seen a more beautiful hat? Everyone is going to love this hat!"
Caylee exited her front door in a bound to her green Taurus, she was late to work. No matter, she wanted it this way. She had finally pulled off a fashionista ensemble and she wanted the entire building to notice. Her usual parking spot was already taken when she got to her nine-to-five. She would have to walk across the lot uphill to get to the front doors. Caylee took a humble moment to absorb the morning sky, already blue and busy with breezy birds. One of the birds must have gotten the worm because just as it flew daintily over Caylee's head it relieved itself right onto her ritzy hat. Caylee didn't notice, she was ardently trying to make her trek to her cubicle count as a work out. As she paraded through the doors, Caylee pulled her shoulders back and lifted her head proudly. She smiled at every passer-by until she sat in front of her monitor.
Later in the floor lounge room, Caylee overheard a familiar assistant roasting her undiscovered faux paw, "Did you see her wearing that disgusting hat? It was awful! I swear I saw bird crap on it! Can you imagine, aha? She's been carrying a hat of bird crap around all day! The embarrassment!"
The moral of the story is: DON'T WEAR HATS.
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