I Just Want One of Those Hats.
A coworker is going to Cambridge – the one in England – to attend her sister’s wedding, eat scones, have ‘high’ tea, and do whatever else one does when one is across the pond.
She asked me today what I wanted her to bring me.
Aside from a Tardis, I could only think of one thing she might have a reasonable chance of getting.
ME: I want one of those tall hats the guards in front of Buckingham Palace wears.
CW: A what?
ME: You know those big, black hats they wear? I have no idea what they are called, but I want one.
CW: Oh…yeah, I don’t know what they are called either, but I’ll see if any of the shops sell them…
ME: Oh, no…missy. You don’t understand. I want you to walk up to one of the guards and ask him to give it to you. Tell him there’s a crazy woman in the U.S. that might go apeshit on you if you don’t.
CW: *blink, blink*
ME: I’m serious.
CW: I…umm….I’ll see what I can do.
ME: Remember – pics or it didn’t happen!
I’ll be modeling my new hat when she gets back in August. I’ll post a picture for y’all…or, you know, it didn’t happen.
So…I went researching a bit after this conversation, because I was curious about what those hats are called.
Holy shit, people! Those Brits are serious about their military attire.
And now, I’m conflicted. I mean, on the one hand…aww….bears! And, on the other…it’s a moral imperative that I get one of these…immediately, because aww….bears.