Wear A Cap

I have a white cap. Its the only one I have now and it has been with me for the last 8 years. A good female companion was in Canada and got me the cap because she thought of me. Very nice of her.

I use it everywhere. In fact, I have it on right now. I wear it to the pub, to the office and every other place. I even had sex with it on once. I was standing.

I love caps. White ones especially. I don't remember not having one. It is, in my humble opinion, fashionable and gives me a kind of idiosyncrasy. I feel good and I look good in caps.

The point here is a few days ago, one of the office ladies made a comment about my constant appearance with the innocent looking cap. I didn't know until then, I was a misfit. She said I was too old to have it flipped backwards and it wasn't in fashion anymore. Of course I didn't know this but was wearing caps ever a fashion thing to start with? I thought it was a necessity to have one on. Like on a hot day, one would instinctively put something over ones head. A cap for instance. To, obviously protect ones head from the heat. While at night a cap is put on to...I don't know but I just like having my white cap on on a drinking night out. It's just nice to have one on while sitting at the bar having a beer or six.

So to this lady staff of mine, I begged if she forgave the symbology tangent but asked if she reckoned her seeing me in this innocuous, if prehistoric fashion item as a representation of my unwillingness to grow.

She thought for a moment and replied in the affirmative.

I've been traumatised since.