My brush with Greatness

A few years ago my husband and I were lucky enough to see Willie Nelson perform when he came to our town.
Now, I have some WAY back memories of the Great Willie Nelson, mostly involving me and my Dad driving around in our 1976 Mercury Comet listening to Stardust on 8-Track! Ah, THOSE were the good ol' days, eh? Back then the only thing keeping me from flying through the windshield when we had to come to a sudden stop would be my Dad's right arm, rigid across my guts, desperately holding me in place on top of the armrests between the 2 front bucket seats. So wonderful - so carefree - so stupid!
Anyway, back to the concert.
So because I LOVE my husband so much, I stood in line for these tickets VERY early one morning. It paid off - we were 2nd row centre. Heaven!
I kept looking right at Willie and he kept staring RIGHT AT ME! Amazing! Simply AMAZING!
We created a bond that I desperately wanted to capture with my camera so I waited until his song was over (not wanting to break OUR bond) and I put my head down to turn my camera on, adjust the settings etc., and then I feel a 'woosh' over my head. I knew instantly what had happened.
I look at my husband beside me. He's looking at me with wide eyes and mouth agape.
I calmly ask - "Did Willie Nelson, my hero of heroes, connector beyond time and space with my dead Dad, just throw his hat at me and it sailed over my head?"
"Yes." he says.
"WHY didn't you make a grab for it?!!?"
"Because if I HAD made a grab for the hat sweetheart, I would have knocked you out."
"Y'know what? For the record - I'm certain I'd much rather be having this conversation in an ambulance, ok?"

And now he knows.