I made a bet with a co-worker that Trump was going to win the election. I don't normally make bets but he had been riding me for months that there would be a massive turn out for Biden and Trump was history.

I stood my ground right up until inauguration that Trump would be 46.

Now taking him out to dinner in an expensive restaurant of his choice is not the bad part. I can live with that, but damn it to hell, I have to wear his Biden 46 Make Outside Great Again baseball cap, have my picture taken in it and he is going to plaster that all over social media.

I just knew there was no way Biden would be sworn in and now I have to eat crow.