Since this is just a four panel comic I had to cut out the part where I turned onto a side street and got out to look under the car, saw the hard hat thoroughly wedged there, and got back in the car in time to see a man approaching in the dark of the night. That got me driving a little faster, which is probably what finally shook the hat out from under there. In hindsight it was really stupid, but the shortest distance from point A to point Pizza is a straight line in the turn lane – I didn’t want to swerve!