^.^ — So there I was in Manhattan, walking around, wearing my man hat. Then, I saw this other man, walking around, wearing his man hat. So, I say to this bloke, as we pass each other, “They don’t call it man-hatt-an for nothing.” And the guy just stops, and he stares at me for a long time. Then, he says, “My name isn’t Anne.” Then he just turns back around and starts walking again. So now I realize, it would have been better if we had both had tan hats and I had said, “They don’t call it man-hat-tan for nothing.”
=_= — Tan lines from wearing man hats all the time would have worked as well.
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