PCC Hat

I try to be polite by taking my hat off while eating. It is kind of like not putting your elbows on the table, not always practiced anymore, but just a small nicety that I hope people appreciate. I either hang the hat over the back of the chair or try to hang it off my knee and invariably it falls to the floor in the normal dining movements. Most of the time I remember it and search the floor or I don’t remember and get lucky by accidentally kicking it when getting up to leave. For the second time in 3 months I left my Palmetto Cycling Coalition hat behind in a restaurant. The first time we were near Charlotte, NC so we could go shopping at a big ol’ mall. When I got back to the hotel and realized that the cap was gone we called them and they had it. Rather than make a return trip that evening I told them I’d get it the next day when we were over there again. This time we were in northern Georgia following a bicycle race. We had dinner at the fine establishment of Pruett’s BBQ, so I didn’t even really need to take it off, but did. When I got back to the motel this time and realized I’d left it behind again, I just said forget it. It was raining and I didn’t want to drive back the 10 miles to get the hat. Tomorrow we were leaving town early and weren’t coming back, so that option was out. Figuring it must be fate that I don’t have that hat, I abandoned it in rural western Georgia. Anyway, I’ve got a spiffy new Master’s Miata Club hat to start wearing around waiting for me at home.