Jersey Royalty

      So I was in Jersey over the weekend, Seaside Heights/Tom's River to be exact, and I was walking along the boardwalk when I saw this amazing hat. It was black and in all blinged out letters said "JERSEY ROYALTY." Well, I was in love. The price marked was $30 but I made the guy give it to me for $15. Heaven in a hat. Looking back, I don't know what I was thinking, but I'm glad I purchased it. I have worn it twice since then, besides wearing it immediately after I purchased it.
       I go to a Catholic University in Scranton, PA. I am from PA. Not Jersey, so really, this hat makes no sense. Many of the people at school are from Jersey but most of them are rich artsy fartsy not exactly Snooki type people. Well this hat SCREAMS Snooki-type people. So, when I walked in to Flapjack Fest tonight, I got looks from people you wouldn't believe. Several people who I have never seen before in my life asked me if I was from Jersey. Never fails that every person who asks me is confused when I say no. But their looks said it all. I was a blonde Snooki to them. People are very judgmental. It's just a hat.
        I was walking through the mall and their was a lady sitting on a bench near JCPenney's. She stopped me as I was walking by and asked me what my hat said. I told her, "Jersey Royalty." She said, "Oh, you're from Jersey?" I said, "No." Again with the confused looks. She then proceeded to tell me that she goes to Jersey all the time, Atlantic City, especially. I was telling her that I was going to Atlantic City at the end of the month for Beyonce and it sparked a whole conversation. Just from my hat. She began name EVERY SINGLE casino in Atlantic City and even gave me some advice. "When you start losing on the machines, GET OUT!' I take that to heart.
       Finally, I was in Wal Mart checking out with my friend Lauren. The cashier was already giving me weird looks because of my hat. Again, I'm a blonde Snooki apparently. I went to pay her and fished out about 15 ones, saying, "I'm the queen of one dollar bills." My friend, Lauren, then jokingly called me a stripper. The look on the cashier's face said it all. She honestly thought that is what I did for a living. I believe that if I did not have that hat on, her mind probably wouldn't have even gone there. She would've laughed like Lauren and I did. But noooooo. I'm a stripper because of my Jersey Royalty hat. And then, I started complaining to Lauren about how a guy only left me a $3 dollar tip the other day. The cashier had a look on her face like she just crapped her pants. Lauren noticed this and added in that I was a waitress at a country club and the cashier looked relieved and then started up a whole conversation about how tough a job waitressing is. In the end, my Jersey Royalty hat created my stripper image for that woman.
        I don't know why I'm writing this. I guess it's to tell you not to judge a book by it's cover. Or a girl by her hat.