Once upon a time there was a Hat.
The Hat wanted nothing more then to be seated on top of a baristas head and watch how coffee was made.
To make his dream come true he did not work hard and long and let time and efford give him his position of desire, No, he did what all powerful men do.
He made up an evil plan.
He made contact with the One Man he knew would fall for his lousy tricks, the man he and other knew as the Head of Studentkafeerne. He put in his head a grand vision of total improportion to what he deserved and where he was really meant to be and weak of minded as the Head of Studentkafeerne was he fell for the tricks and made a fatal desition.
He decided that All the baristas under his influence should were a hat or else written warnings was to be proclaimed to All who did not follow his rulings.
He did not stop to consider the total lack of purpose the Hat would have ontop of the baristas head, for in fact, Non of the coffee made at any of the 7 different coffee-bars was even close to any kind of hair.
For all and one could see that all the boy-baristas had very shoortly trimmed hair and all the girl-baristas had there hair neatly tied back or put out of coffees way but that did not mean anything for the Head of Studentkafeerne.
All that mattered to him was that he could rule un-challenged and on top of the head of the baristas the Hat smiled an evil smile knowing that his sceeme had worked.

And so, the dark ages began...





Btw, jag har ingen snygg lugg längre.
Jag har en ful jävla lugg istället. Tack.