I had lunch at the student union today, I got the bus, ’cause I was being studenty (…and I found out my car has a flat tyre, with a nail in it). On my journey home I was stood at the bus stop, wearing my Russian hat, and my new purple hoodie, and the foot cramp shorts as well actually, anyway, a guy stood next to me gestures like he’s going to say something to me. So, in my mind I started thinking, ‘erm which is the next stop, where are we, where’s he going to ask me to direct him, which bus comes to this stop’…etc, all this for him to ask me:
“Is your hat waterproof? Like…how does it do in the rain?”
“It’s alright”, I said, “The water doesn’t really soak in much”.
“Oh right, I’ve always wondered about that, you know with hats, I usually wear waterproof things” He replied, in his sandals.
I was kind of baffled really. For some reason I carrying on talking to him about how waterproof my hat is, and in which kinds of rain it’s suitable, and how apt it is for wearing in Manchester, and sometimes I use it instead of a hood, and the corduroy seems water resistant so you don’t get a wet head, but the fur sometimes gets damp, it’s amazing how much you can big up a hat’s waterproof properties whilst waiting for the 143.
I wonder if he’ll get one…
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