I was on the bus, alternating between nodding off and reading my book (Will Ferguson’s Belfast and Beyond–a humorous read like a Canadian Bill Bryson). I had had a bad end to my day at work. A student who rarely came to my class made an itemized list of complaints against me even though she had argued to stay in my class. My boss assured me that this person was “challenging” and that I didn’t have anything to worry about, but truth be told, it bothered me.
I went home in a bit of a funk and public transportation did nothing to improve that funk. So I sat on the bus, feeling sorry for myself and ruing the day I became a teacher, and basically doing all the stupid things I tell people not to do–if only I had someone like me in my life.
Amidst this bizarre pity party, I noticed the baseball cap on the head of person in the seats in front of me. Luckily for me he was wearing it backwards in what he must have considered a cool style. It made it difficult for him to lean back in the seat, but who was I to point something so obvious out.
These days, thanks to computer controlled embroidery machines and other textile related technology, and probably thanks to sweatshop slavery in low wage countries, you can put anything on a baseball cap.
When I saw the cap above, but before I took this picture surreptitiously (thank you spell checker) I thought this was a good omen. I took it for a lucky rabbit with all his feet. It made me feel better and I was able to give myself the pep talk I needed.