Nov 29, 2006 10:00
It's a pity I can't tell you the full name of this man I'm going to describe because his name is, in itself, so descriptive. His first name is H. Kelsey, and of course, there is always mystery surrounding a person who abbreviates their first name. Many people abbreviate the middle name, but the first? What is the H? Can it really be that bad? And then there's Kelsey. Now, if I were a man, I'd abbreviate the Kelsey. H must be really bad if he's favoring the Kelsey.
Despite the mystery behind his name, Mr. H. Kelsey is a most distinguished man who almost always wears a fedora with a feather. There may be a certain musical group at Hillsdale that thinks they've laid claim to the fedora, but they haven't. I never knew the classiness of this hat until H. Kelsey pulled into the drive-thru.
A man who consistanly wears tweed and plaid blazers and feathers in his hat and attaches a sports equipment carrier on the roof of his car and has teeth quite similar to Johnny Depp's in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory very much makes me think he's a Swiss, yodelling, mountain-climbing marionette. I don't know why. Someday I hope he'll journey into the bank, rather than just driving thru, so I can confirm that he does in fact wear lader-hosen. (I completely acknowledge the miss-spelling.) That would absolutely make my day.