“Hi, Carter.” “Hi, Louise.” “I saw you Saturday afternoon. You and a woman were walking down Third. I saw you from across the street. I waved and waved at you, but you didn’t wave back.” “Really. Were you, by any chance, wearing a hat? Because I suffer from an unfortunate condition known as ‘hat blindness,’ a quirk of the brain rendering me unable to recognize someone wearing a hat if I‘m used to seeing them without a hat.” “I was wearing a hat, actually. My sombrero. I wear it sometimes on weekends, because it makes me feel festive.” “So that was you! You can understand how, because of my condition, I perceived you as a stranger and a madwoman, and therefore sensibly ignored you. ” “I saw you Saturday, too.” “You did, Elmer?” “Saturday night. You and group of people were coming out of a club on First. I said ‘Hello’, you walked right past.” “Really. I don’t discuss it much, but I also suffer from an unfortunate condition known as ‘bald fag blindness,’ a quirk of the