Today when I showed up at the Birch Street Nursing Home wearing a hat, the patients didn't recognize me. And when I took the hat off, showing them I had no hair, it only made matters worse. I ended up spending most of the morning explaining the robot maid to them, and how my hair got caught in her gears when she attempted to give me braids. Mr. Matthews said he did not like my new look, and told me to put the hat back on. I did, and then had one of my best days of poker ever. After the final hand, Mrs. Lieberman told me that once my hair grows back the hat won't be allowed at the poker table anymore.
