You need to pick up the takeout, but your hair looks like Mahna Mahna. So you scrounge around for a decent hat, but where are all your damn hats?? Then you stumble across the Caterpillar cap you bought as part of a costume for that rednecks vs. hippies party. With a shrug, you put it on and head out to fetch the tacos . . . and your entire perspective changes. The biker dude nods, like he knows you. The scary waitress with all the tattoos grins at you. The bartender gives you a free iced tea, as if you’d given him the secret handshake. And as you climb back into your unwashed rig, you look at the hat on your head in the rear-view mirror and remind yourself that with great power comes great responsibility.