She sees the hat, and, isn't gonna touch it.

I've recently gotten in the habit of taking my seatbelt off as I come down the court, before swinging into the very small parking lot adjacent to our apartment. I'm about 100% sure that I won't wreck in the fifteen yards that I drive without the belt, and even if I did happen to get my car destroyed catastrophically in that particular spot, it would almost have to involve a train falling on me, in which case the belt would be irrelevant anyway. The real problem with this habit is that after the belt is removed, I am used to opening the door and stepping out of the car, so there's a real chance that I may someday fling myself from my still-moving vehicle.