Missing Hat

My wife’s friend waved us to our seats when we entered her office. She noticed me, actually, and said that I looked different today. Observing me attentively, she tried to find what new features she could see and I hoped she would notice my moustache and beard, trimmed to petfection earlier in the morning.

A hedge trimming job I was particularly proud of.

“I’ve got it,” she said, ‘you’re not wearing your hat today!”

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