Rummaging through the pile of previously owned hats, I grumble to myself about the tedious task ahead. Both my roommates had bought some ridiculous caps to wear for the kids at the youth camp- one had two bills on opposite sides and the other, neon yellow with a blond ponytail attached to the back. "I won't be surprised if I don't find one," I think to myself. But it's as if, against my own will, a sense of obligation leads me to analyze every cap I come across.
Finally, hundreds of caps and a headache later, a lady comes up behind me waving a seemingly boring hat in my face. She speaks Russian or Romanian, I can't seem to tell the difference at this point. I’m restless but am still prodded towards finding a hat. I quickly look behind me at this black, red and yellow cap. ”Exciting," I think with an underlining sarcastic tone. "Not really." But the lady is adamant about this hat. I take another valuable second to waste on this hat. Wait... what's this snap button on the front of the hat? What's the thick strip down the center of it? There's no way... Does it??
Next thing I know, the thick strap turns into a huge mohawk feathering out from the end of the bill and falling down well past the neck. There are no words to describe the awesomeness that is this hat. No words. Only dropped jaws and satisfaction. I pay $1.20.
And a week later, camp begins...
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