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: i like hats. particular now that i'm going bald and need to protect my dome from the sun. but a hat can give a person character also. personally, i like stetsons, barmahs and panama hats. the gambler hat looks cool too but the undertaker pretty much killed the look for me from overuse. i even like the original federas - not these newer clown hats without a brim, many of them here being sold in tourist stores. 

right now i own a straw western type hat. it's not your atypical hat unless you are a mexican landscaper or do other work activities in the sun. underneath this, because i have a bald head, i wear a bandanna to keep the itch away, and to help keep my head cooler. 

today,  i wanted another hat. one with a bit more character than this straw hat. i want a barmah. i've been wanting another one for a while actually. i have had one in the past, though that one may not have been an original, it still did well. 

i charted a few hat store locations via google maps and knew of 2 from my past purchase of a barmah. all of these locations were on "the strip" in las ridiculous . right now i don't have a car so i'll be walking. the strip's not that far anyway. so i dressed for comfort and went out the door.

i've forgotten how hot it gets in vegas. at 12 pm at the start of my adventure,  it was already reaching 100. but that's ok. living here, i've learned to always bring water, no matter if it's just across the street, or across the desert. i have ran an average of 3 to 5 miles 3 times a week. but not in heat like this. the strip was about 5 miles away. on the way i made a few stops for more water. 

the first destination, the store didn't exist, nor did the second, or even the 3rd. in the process, i have walked the entire strip and back. and because of my running experience chose to run up and down steps instead of waiting on escalator tourists. 

my last hope was in the venetian. i had already past it because the old hat shop was in front nearby, but was no longer there, but the maps showed one near here. fuck it, i'll try the forum shops. they are a kind of upper class kind of place, specializing in name brands  and such. it really is the best place to have a name brand hat shop.

this place is huge! i was wandering around and seeing a lot of food court, so i figured it to be a good time for a restroom stop and to fill my bottle. then i found a cool shaving place and was a bit timid going in because i didn't really bring enough money for all that. after looking at a few creams and double edges, i basically stated, "na, i better go before i start buying everything " 

thinking back. this may have been the point that put me under radar.

i was still searching for this supposed store. if it exists. i checked the map but nothing popped out at me. i seen a group of security that i passed and turned around and asked them. one pointed me in a direction stating "keep right" 

"oh cool. how did i pass it?" 

walked a ways staying on the right, past another fork because there didnt seem like anything down there. but didn't see anything else none the less. fine. lets try this other direction anyway.

 at that corridor, there now existed a big beef of a guy, dressed much differently than the other security.  he looked the part of 3rd world soldier minus the cigar and machine gun. and he was looking at me. but whatever, not my concern, though i noticed him turn in the same general direction as i went, but much more slower.down this corridor on the right was a restaurant, on the left i don't even remember. maybe a small gift shop, and in front of me was the exit. nope, nothing this way. i must have missed it again somewhere. i started back down the corridor while seeing this cuban dictator staring me down and started angling to stop me before i passed.

oh. fuck. i just realized i gone goofed. i was quite unshaven, and my shirt had a hole in it and probably looked like shit from all the sweat and salt of the day, and running up and down stairs. i also happened to be in need of new shoes. i definitely looked the part of the homeless man which are literately everywhere on the strip these days. 

"whatcha looking for?" 

myself: "oh, i am looking for a hat shop that's supposed to be in here or around the venison."

"i think you have the wrong cassino."

i took the hint. even if there was a hat store, they didn't want what appeared to them as homeless in their shops.

myself: " oh ok, thank you"

feeling dejected i decided to walk back home.

10 waterbottles later and back home, i now understand why they call them sweatpants. i literally sweated in them the entire time. sitting down was not fun. i had a huge heatrash from my ass crack to the entire sack of my balls which burned like hell. it also felt like i went through leg day. probably because of those steps. 

 

edit: to redefine a tl;dr. for the critics

TIFU, by wanting a hat.