We have the funniest crazy people in our neighborhood. My husband was outside in the front yard a few minutes ago, and a man walking down the street saw him and walked onto our carport and asked my husband… “Can I have your hat?” Mike said, “WHAT?” and the guy said, “Your hat, give me your hat.” Ok, this is just a dirty old trucker hat that my husband wears mostly to work, covered in paint splatters, but my husband said… “I’m not giving you my hat, this is my hat.” The guy looked at him like he was really pissed off and walked away.

Mike came in and told me about it and I said… “What? Ok so you didn’t want to give him THAT hat, but you have like 10 hats in the bedroom that you never wear, why didn’t you come in and get him a hat? He needed a hat.”

Mike just left to drive down the road to see if he could find him, hat in hand. LMFAO

Update: Mike’s home, no hat in hand.