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MAYOR

‘Why are hats falling from the sky?’ said the mayor.

‘I don’t know,’ said his cousin.

The man who was without a job wondered if the hat would fit his head.

‘This is serious,’ said the mayor. ‘Let me take a look at that sombrero.’ He gestured toward the hat and his cousin immediately reached to pick it up because he wanted to be mayor himself someday and picking up that hat might get him some political help in the future when his name would be on the ballot.

The mayor might even endorse him and say at a big rally, ‘I’ve been a good mayor and you’ve re-elected me six times but I know my cousin here will be a great mayor and carry on a tradition of honesty and leadership in our community.’

Yes, it was a very good idea to pick up the sombrero.

His future as mayor depended on it.

He would have been an idiot if he’d said, ‘Pick it up yourself. Who do you think you are, anyway? I wasn’t put on this earth to pick up sombreros for you.’