Hats the way I like it

So I’m standing at the bus stop Minding my business When all of a sudden I can feel somebody Watching me. To the side of me is a man in a flat cap “That’s a very nice hat” he said Gesturing to the hat on my head “That’s a very very nice hat indeed” He leaned in close Examining my hat in detail He took a step back Looking me up and down from a distance “Yes” he said “that is a very very nice hat How old are you by the way?” “How old am I?” I asked A little unsure why he would ask “48” I said He rubbed his chin, then tilted his head to one side As if to look from a different angle “Yes I can see where you are coming from” he said He took of his flat cap Reached over and took my hat from my head and put it on Then put his cap on my head “That suits you” he said Then held out his hand to shake mine “Trade” he said I smiled and shook my head “But mine is 100% tweed he said “and I really do like this hat” “I got it on the Tuesday market in Rotherham” I said “Hat stall, he has 100s of hats Beany hats Stetson trilbies flat caps fidoras bowlers....berrets every kind of hat you could immagine” “But I like this hat” he said And he took out his wallet “Name your price” “The hat isn’t for sale” I said “I’m quite attached to this hat” He stepped back “Well you can’t blame an old man for trying” And he sat Two minutes past, all the time I could feel his eyes on me “You are sure you don’t want to swap?” “I’m sure I don’t want to swap, and This is my bus” I said as the 141 pulled in “Change of heart?” I heard him calling after me...