People from other places looove to point out how Washingtonians wig out over cold weather. Generally I'm inclined to defend us - I mean, it doesn't get this cold that often, and it really is pretty chilly. Right now it's about 15 degrees and windy. But tonight as I was eating at Whole Foods, the woman sitting next to me got on the phone. Below you can read some of the better quotes from the conversation. (It was so good, I got out paper and took notes.) What you can't necessarily get from reading is that she wasn't even half-joking - she was seriously pissed.
I can't believe you went running in this weather!
[me: it's like 20 degrees, it's not *that* bad.]
It is zero degrees outside!
[me: or 20.]
You could have gotten frostbite!
[me: or not.]
I walked one block to get here and my hands were frozen!
[me: maybe you should've worn gloves.]
I have been trying to find you for an hour!
[me: you're sitting here in the nice warm grocery store killing time before rehearsal, not waiting for your transplant surgeon. people used to get through life without cell phones. shut up and go back to your book.]
No one runs in this weather!
[me: except for the people I saw running earlier.]
Mitchell, running outside in this weather is *not* taking care of yourself. We have machines in the basement.
[me: ok, if I were Mitchell, about now would be when I would hang up.]
No. I am really angry.
I think this is when Mitchell hung up. Or "lost service." So, ok, maybe some people do overreact just a little. (I would like to note that I walked a very brisk mile from work to the metro in the same cold and, like Mitchell, I did not die.)
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Yeah, I'm totally taking the bus these days. It's cold. But that is funny.
I love to feel superior to people that complain about the cold, but the fact is, I'm a massive weather wuss. Perhaps the massivest. I work out at the gym if it's overcast.
I've been trying not to leave my house. I haven't been out since Sunday evening, and won't leave again until Wednesday morning. One housemate asked me if I'd "gone soft" after growing up a hearty Minnesotan. I had to break it to him that even Minnesotans have their limits. It's not like I was some northwoods gal who walked miles in the snow to school. Also, one key piece of clothing has left my wardrobe since I was a kid: snowpants. Very handy on days like this.
Totally, the legs are the worst. The fronts of my thighs were burning by the time I got to the metro last night. Tonight I'm planning on walking two miles after work - I brought longjohns AND my Minnesota coat.
these are days when i wish i could work from home. or more specifically, bed.
"ow! my skin!"
Ha, work out at the gym if it's overcast... These days if it's outside the range of 64°-74°, it's too hot or too cold for me. That's what living in Northern California for eight years will do to you. And I grew up in Minnesota!!!! Shame on me.
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