I should carry strange props around more often
I borrowed a sorting hat from literaryfirearms. She brought it to me at work. I carried it with me as I rode the elevator to leave (it wouldn’t stay on my head). A guy got on the elevator a few floors down and stared at the hat, then at me, then back at the hat.
I held it up and said, “I’m a wizard.”
The elevator doors opened and he sprinted. I’m not really sure why.
It’s probably bad form to reblog a quote you said yourself, but this really is how I feel about yellow lights…
(…and a lot of decisions).