You start home from the store with your new hat in hand, feeling confused as to what possessed you to stop anyway... you were coming home from school... you had a rough day and decided to go through downtown... then you ended up on the opposite side of town and stopped in an unfamiliar place to go to an unfamiliar shop....
You got in your car and put the hat on the seat next to you... you stared at it, immediately feeling buyers remorse. Its not your style. You are lean, lanky and wouldn't be caught dead doing manual labor... you are more of a computer person... hence your second semester in computer programming. The hat was nice, but you would be a laughing stock if you tried to wear it anywhere.
Looking back at the store you came from, a giant sign stating "No Returns And No Refunds" stared back, seemingly mocking you.
With a heavy sigh, you drove home grabbing the hat and your backpack, heavy with homework. Upon entering the house, your mother called, asking where you've been, you find her in the kitchen preparing dinner. "I took the long way home, I just needed some time to decompress before doing homework." You explained honestly.
"And what's that?" She asked having taken an eighth of a second to glance at you.
"Oh, I um..." not sure how to explain the impulse purchase. "Have a report and found this at Goodwill for 2.50, thought it would make a good prop..."
"Honestly, they are making you buy extra supplies? The registration and supplies at the beginning of the year should be more than enough! Which teacher is this for?! I will be sure to have a word with them come next parent teacher conference night!"
"No, mom, its not like that. Please don't say anything! It was entirely my choice and was only 2.50, and I kinda like it anyway." You plopped it on your head feeling confused, didn't you just have a conversation with yourself that you look ridiculous with it?
Mom glanced at you fully this time, judging... judging... Finally she broke into a smirk. "You look adorable dear, dinner will be in an hour. Go get that report done."
With a sigh, you trudge upstairs, disaster averted. The extra 30 lbs of your backpack fighting every step you take. On a whim you drop your bag and stop in the bathroom, just to see... Your lean, non muscular 16 year old body in black jeans and a graphic tee didn't seem to go with the aged appearance of the leather cowboy hat on your head. "It might suit me, in 10 years and 100 lbs of muscle... maybe then I could grow some facial hair." you thought ruefully as you looked at your chin barely pushing out peach fuzz. You shaved a week ago but it doesn't seem to be growing any faster than two weeks ago when you shaved.
You trudged the rest of the way to your room and began working on homework. You forgot about the hat, and wore it through the evening without realizing. Shockingly your mom didn't comment at dinner and you didn't realize it was on until you laid down in your bed around 10 after working on homework for the last 4 hours.
Feeling mentally and physically exhausted, you took the hat and placed it over your face to mimic old western cowboys going to sleep, just as a farce.