Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: obligatory "this wasn't today it was..."
wait.
no...it was today.

so i went hiking today.

a couple friends and i did a short hike to the top of little mt. si (shout out to north-benders!).

all went well. some fall colors, a beautiful day, all was perfect.

hike is all wrapped up, we get to the parking lot and i need to pee. no biggy. i'll go into the pit-toilet hut and brave the stank and relieve myself.

...

i have this hat. it's a 'flat cap' that i got on a trip to ireland. it's beautiful and i love it. it is also the only souvenir that i bought while i was in ireland. i wear it a lot.

i wore it starting this hike (yeah, yeah, it's not exactly a hiking hat, but i had it out today and it was on my head). after a few minutes of uphill trekking it got too warm for a hat so i took it off and tucked it under the chest strap on my backpack. 

my awesome irish souvenir flat cap rode there from just starting the hike until we returned back at the bottom. just chillin'. strapped to my chest and along for the ride. i'll put it on when we get to the bottom and drop the gear before we go for beers.

but no. i had to pee.

so into the pit toilet i go.

the lid is already up on this toilet so the stank is pretty rank. i muscle through it. i pee. i zip up.then i reach for my belt and....oh, shit, there goes my cap. it's fallen from it's seemingly secure perch under my chest strap down into the pit. 

the sun's going down so inside this not-electrically-lit pit toilet hut, it's really dim, but i know. i know it dropped into the black hole that is the source of the stank. i know that there isn't any hope. i know that it's...gone.

i fleeting second of hope has me look to the ground between myself and the nasty stink-hole of blackness that i know ends in an unspeakable soup of nasty. nope. not there. 

i sigh.

a phrase goes through my head from jack handy's eloquent summation of a similar problem that could have happened to someone at some time: 
"if you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because man, they're gone."

seriously. this is the first thought that popped into my head: forget it man...it's gone.

i slump my shoulders in defeat and leave the toilet.

i tell my buddies awaiting me in the car what happened and their in a simultaneous state of laughter, disbelief, disgust and concern.

one of them asks: are you going to retrieve it?
i hadn't actually considered that. 

have you ever used a pit toilet and glanced down there into the unspeakable nastiness and wondered what you'd do if you dropped your keys/camera/baby/hat/watch/whatever in there?

i have. i always assumed the answer would be: forget it man...it's gone.

i ponder my friend's question for a moment. i could retrieve it. i could maybe get a fishing pole and...no way.

but then i remember that i have hiking poles. they might reach it. i also have a head-lamp so that i'll be able to look in and see where/ how far/ how ...wet... / how....

i grab my hiking poles and tell my friends i'll be right back.

looking in the pit with my black diamond led enlightenment, i see the cap. right on top of a pyramid of poo, tp, unrecognizable icky and right in the middle of the stank. i can reach it!

using my hiking poles as giant collapsible chopsticks i pinch the upward-facing bottom edge of the cap. i lift. no resistance. i lift more, careful (oh, so careful) to not touch the slimy and colorful edges of the tubular "toilet" installed above the pit. i'm moving slowly now. this is like a gigantic turn in hasbro's "operation" game. don't touch the sides! the patient will die.

i make it all the way out. i drop the cap onto the (also pretty nasty, but just generically so) floor away from the poo-chute.

i pick it up with plastic-bag-covered hands (i prepared for this by grabbing some dog-poo-bags from the car before i entered the hut) and examine it. it's dry. it's landed on a pyramid of all-day-drying tp and next to a clearly-visible turd, but it's (nearly) without any harm at all.

i bring it to my incredulous buddies to show them the 1/2cm spot that is the only visible evidence of its journey. i bag it up. i double-bag it.

i'm now sitting in front of my computer looking up methods for cleaning wool fabric.

but i have my hat back!

 

edit: spelling

TIFU by throwing my cherished souvenir onto a pile of shit.