A few days ago my best friend from High School sent me a 'Viet

Nam Veteran' hat.



I never had one of these before and I was pretty hyped about it,

especially because my friend Ron was considerate enough to take

the time to give it to me.



Yesterday, I wore it when I went to Walmart. There was nothing

in particular that I needed at the world's largest retailer but, since

I retired, trips to Wally World to look at the Walmartians is always

good for some comic relief. Besides, I always feel pretty normal after

seeing some of the people (sic) that frequent the establishment.



But, enough of my psychological fixes.



While standing in line to check out, the guy in front of me,

probably in his early thirties, asked, "Are you a Viet Nam Vet?"



"No" I replied.



"Then why are you wearing that hat?"



“Because I couldn't find my one for the War of 1812." I thought

it was a snappy retort.



"The War of 1812 huh." the Walmartian queried, "When was that?"



God forgive me, but I couldn't pass up such an opportunity. "1936"



He pondered my response for a moment and responded, "Why do

they call it the War of 1812 if it was in 1936?"



"It was a Black Op. No one is supposed to know about it."

This was beginning to be way fun.



"Dude! Really!" he exclaimed. "How did you get to do something

that COOOOL?"



I glanced furtively around me for effect, leaned toward the guy

and in a low voice said, "I'm not sure. I was the only Caucasian on

the mission."



"Dude!", he was really getting excited about what he was

hearing. "That is seriously Awesome! But, didn't you kind of stand out?"



"Not really. The other guys were wearing white camouflage."

The moron nodded knowingly.



"Listen man," I said in a very serious tone, "You can't tell

anyone about this. It's still Top Secret and I shouldn't have said anything."



“Oh yeah." He gave me the "don't threaten me” look. "Like,

what's gonna happen if I do?"



With a really hard look, I said, "You have a family don't you?

We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, would we?"



The guy gulped, left his basket where it was and fled through

the door.



By this time the lady behind me was about to have a heart

attack, she was laughing so hard. I just grinned at her.



After checking out and going to the parking lot, I saw the

dimwit leaning in a car window talking to a young woman. Upon catching

sight of me, he started pointing excitedly in my direction.



Giving him another 'deadly' serious look, I made the "I see

you" gesture. He turned kind of pale, jumped in the car and sped out

of the parking lot.



What a great time!



Tomorrow I'm going back with a Homeland Security hat.



Whoever said retirement is boring just needs the right kind of hat..

very good I know where your coming from, even though I am from Rep.of Ireland. I have been to Walmart a few times