I’ve been thinking lately about getting a hat. Not like a cap or doo-rag, but something like Indiana Jones would wear, but normal. If that makes any sense.
I went to the Men’s Wearhouse because a) when I shop for work clothes, that’s where I go and b) it was the only place I could think of that has non-pimp men’s hats. I was approached by a helpful haberdasher, mid 40s- early 50s, and looking the part. Here’s how it went down:
Haberdasher: Can I help you?
Me: I’m thinking about a hat.
Haberdasher: Oh. We don’t have those here. You have to go to Hat and Sole, in Bexley.
(at this point, I think he’s giving me the hammock district routine, but he assures me it’s a real place- I’ll spare you the details of that part of the conversation).
Me: For work, I have to dress nice, not like this.
Haberdasher: No, you’re fine. I rock the casual look myself, chief*
*at this point, I was trying to keep from laughing, I lost concentration. He either called me chief or boss.
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