Mr. Man came into our marriage over twenty years ago with a giant TV and a Sombrero. This was his dowry of sorts. The TV is long gone, but The Sombrero has been a constant.
The Sombrero was hung on the wall of our first home, much to my dismay, but Mr. Man loved having a place to display it. When we moved, I scoured boxes behind liquor stores because we needed a box so The Sombrero wouldn't get crushed. We moved The Sombrero to four different homes and always finding a box for The Sombrero was high on the priority list for each move. The Sombrero required a big box and great care so as not to crush it.
The orgin story for The Sombrero has changed over the years. Mr. Man isn't quite sure where it was acquired, but it must hold some secret forbidden memory because The Sombrero has been so lovingly preserved through many attic purges. He thinks he got it in Mexico on a super fun trip.
Last year, I stumbled across the Sombrero and decided to bring it out for Cinco de Mayo. It was the first time in a long while that I had got a good look at The Sombrero.
Wait a minute, does that say Chevys on it? Are you kidding me? This is a Sombrero from Chevys! As in Chevys, the cheesy Mexican Chain restaurant that gives you a free Sombrero on your birthday.
So for twenty years I have been hauling around a freaking free Sombrero from a chain restaurant! I had never heard of Chevys until we moved back to LA. The Sombrero is definitely not from Mexico.
Fair Warning: Next time we move (which is hopefully never) I'm tossing The Sombrero in the trash, no more special boxes! We can get another one next time we go to dinner.
1 comment:
Holy cats, that is hilarious. I forgot about Chevys.
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