the Prince, the iPod, and the Hat

today...was a magical day. the weather was just grazing 70-degrees...our phone system went dead for 3 hours at work...and i had a non-stop string of coincidences that just make you bubble. so here's how it went down. you know how it is - the last song you hear before you get out of the car at work will repeat endlessly throughout the day in your head. so choose your engine cut-off wisely. in the new spankly-mobile, i can finally plug in my ipod, so i cruised in to the cube farm, rockin out, and the last song i hear: Prince, Let's Go Crazy. very apropos for the work i do. the first call i take? the person lives on Prince St, and while i'm on that call, my cube-mate is talking to a Mr. Prince. freak me out. so now i'm gone - i will stretch this 6-degrees of seperation thing till it snaps like a girdle. just because it's fun. so a few minutes later, i'm making a collage (oh stop - like you don't play at work, given the chance) and I'm cutting out a frog picture, while talking to an office manager of ours. and she makes a comment about having to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince. pick me up off the floor my friend and slap me hard. this is getting creepy - an interactive game from the Universe. so little blah blah blahs continue, and of course at random moments i have to just spout out "Dearly Beloved" which in my mind has all the echo & effects added. i may add that i had an extra cup o' joe this morning, so i was in pretty high gear. (my normal being Very High Gear. Add a gear...i was there). so right before lunch, i get a call from a man in florida who tells me we suck and he'll spend the rest of his life telling everyone we suck and he'll even come back from the afterlife to tell people we suck. The afterlife! it's in the song!. so i got him calmed down and he starts telling me that he's in florida because he's a snowbird from West Virginia and his best friend snowbird is from syracuse and they had a hell of a day going during the recent basketball playoffs and now his friend is going back to syracuse and won't be back because he's Very Very Sick and he tried to find a syracuse hat for him down there for him. so, high on caffeine and The Game, i say "i'll get you a hat." and then he tells me that his friend is leaving monday. well, after about a 2-minute silence because he couldn't believe what he just heard. so now It's On. i must find and overnight a syracuse hat on my lunch hour. i call marketing - no swag from the 'Cuse. crap. so i run to the shopping center at lunch, all hopped up and daring JUST DARING the universe to let me down. bing. first store. now, the hat was in the mens section, but honestly it looked small in the brim. i found a man and asked him if it looked too small in the brim and he said it seemed okay. i asked the checkout person if it was truly a mens hat or just dumped in the mens section when some kids mom said NO. she scanned it and it said mens. so i bought it and ran next door to the kinkos for shipping. now my friends...fedex may be very very fast, but the clerks at the fedex that are responsible for taking your money and letting you get back to your desk on time - are not. while i waited, explosively, in line, i saw a big-headed man and thought Perfect! i asked him if he thought the brim was too small, and he took some thoughtful moments and looked at the hat, and decided it was ok. he seemed hesitant, and his opinion was important because he was in the same age demographic as the recipient. and had a big head. so if it looked okay on him, then it will be fine on an average-headed man. so i made him try it on. he looked inside it first, like i had hidden an egg or something, then tried it on. he deemed it perfect and said the brim wasn't small after all, just pre-curled like everyone likes them. so i plopped it in the box and fainted...my $7 hat would cost $50 to ship overnight. saturday was only $30, so i opted for that... a deal's a deal. and a big mouth will cost you right around that. plus i figure florida man will think i forgot when it doesn't come tomorrow, because after all, we suck and have never lived up to our ads or promises made. so hardy har mister. it was an amazing April Fools day of an egg-hunt twinkly day. all because of my prince. isn't it just so fabulous some days?