Austin, Texas is pretty far south. Being much closer to the equator than I am accustomed to means that it is really bright out. Despite the fact that it is still winter here the last time I went out for a round of Frisbee golf I got a sun burn on my face. I would normally wear sunglasses too but in order to see the basket properly I need to wear my normal prescription glasses. I have a pair of transition lenses on order but they are still a few weeks out since I did not opt to pay for the express shipping.
In the meantime I needed to adorn my head with some sort of hat. I have not lived in Texas long enough to convincingly pull off a traditional cowboy hat. I also like to spike my hair up in the front so a normal baseball cap was also out. I finally decided that a visor would be the best option. Mostly because it looks hilarious while still being functional.
I was quickly frustrated in my quest to obtain a visor. My first stop was Walmart where they did not have any men's visors and the women's visors were much too small for my head. My next stop was Barton springs mall where I visited ten different stores, none of which had any visors. Even LIDS, which only sells hats, did not have one for sale. The clerk at footlocker told me that they did occasionally get them in but they were $25. I asked him where I could find a tennis or pickle ball outfitter in the area. His mouth said that he was not aware of any such store but his face said that he thought I was a real goober.
After my abysmal failure to obtain a visor I went out and played a very poor round of disk golf that same afternoon. The sun kept getting in my eyes. I kept throwing my disk into water hazards. It was a sad sight. I think that the frustration from my earlier shopping debacle affected my play considerably.
After the round my brother and I decided to get some ice cream. We walked into the local dairy queen to purchase a blizzard and it was as if fate was taunting me. Every single one of the employees were wearing a DQ visor. While I was enviously admiring the cashier's visor I told her about all the trouble that I had gone through searching in vain for a visor and how lucky they were since they got them for free with the job. She laughed and told me that I was misinformed. At dairy queen, the employees have to buy their visors.
"Could I buy one?' I asked.
I once again received a look that made it clear she thought I was a grade A moron, similar to the one I had received earlier at the mall. Maybe I need to work on my English. Once she had determined I was indeed serious, she went to find her manager. The manager looked like he was pretty baked and did not have a care in the world. Welcome to Austin. $5 later I became the proud owner of my very own DQ visor. Obtaining this hot little number well below market price was sweeter that any ice cream could ever be.
