On Wednesday, as I was getting in the car to go pick Mariah up for lunch, I saw a very grumpy looking man walking down the street. He was maybe in his late 20s or early 30s, with a scrunched-up Popeye expression on his face, tattoos on his arms, wearing a wife-beater, carrying a plastic grocery bag, and looking for all the world like he was pissed off and ready to clock someone in the jaw—and he also had a gigantic, green leprechan hat—WAAAAY oversized and floppy, like it was made of foam or felt or something—on his head, which made his grouchy expression all the more shocking. How do you wear a silly, novelty hat like that, and still look so grouchy and angry???—unless he really WAS just the unhappiest leprechaun in the entire Pacific Northwest!
—Richard F. Yates