Some people wake up and smell the roses; I wake up, slap on my “Lemme Get An Iced Coffee” hat, and demand a caffeine IV drip with oat milk. This hat doesn’t just say “I’m tired”—it screams “I’ve been running on espresso shots and passive aggression since 7AM.” It’s not just a fashion statement; it’s a cry for help that doubles as a drive-thru order. Forget business cards—this hat is my personality, my therapist, and my barista all in one.
