Bossy bought it from a street vender in New York City a few years ago. If the calendar sports a month between November and March, place bets this is what you’ll find perched on Bossy’s head.
Have you ever known people who don’t wear hats? Yeah, Bossy never understood that. Is it because they don’t want to mess up their hair? Well, that may explain it, because Bossy doesn’t have that concern: her hair is messed up in perpetuity!
And Bossy isn’t talking about a little cute decorative hat, she is talking about the kind of hat that actually does the job of covering the ears and every part of the skull, since this is where we lose the most body heat, right out the top of the head, like the heat escaping out the roof in Bossy’s little house, or like this post, escaping Bossy’s brain one nonsensical sentence at a time.
In whatever case, when Bossy was a young adult she often didn’t have a hat and she would wait for all manner of city bus on freezing windswept streets — but now if Bossy sees that scenario it looks so ridiculous because Sister mercy put a hat on! Where do you think you are? Aruba?