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The Hat of Doom Once upon a time, there was a funny hat. A man was wearing it upon his head when all of a sudden, "Whoosh!" the wind blew it off of his head and into the street. As the man stepped into the street to retrieve the hat, a taxicab driven by an insane Pakistani came hurtling around the corner. Too late to avoid him, the madman stomped on the brake, then swerved striking the hatless man sending him crashing through a bus kiosk. The people who were waiting for the bus scattered in every direction screaming and cursing. The cab driver reversed off of the sidewalk and onto the street, jammed the car into gear, and tore off into traffic, his tires squealing and smoking. A crowd of people gathered around the broken, bleeding body of the unfortunate fellow on the sidewalk. From the back of the crowd a woman cried, "Let me through, for I am a doctor!" The people stepped aside to let her approach the wounded man. She knelt beside him, saying, "I am a doctor. My name is Dr. Scrozeveldt. Can you hear me? Can you tell me who you are?" With blood trickling from his ears, the man slowly pushed his broken ribs back through his chest, lifted his head slightly and, with his life's blood bubbling on his lips said, "Where's my hat?" He died hatless. by
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© Keith Anderson 2002