:: Cold ::
Today's has been the coldest day in MIami in quite a while, with the high reaching only 59. Just so you know, I'm not complaining. My little brother lives in Boston and the high there was 25. (I don't know about you but if the "High" doesn't even make it above freezing, you need to start finding new words to use. Maybe "Low" and "Really Freakin' Low.") I also know that a good number of my seven readers are from the cold northern states so I'm not going to bitch about chilly conditions here.
(Though it did take a while for the shower to heat up this morning but, whatever.)
It never fails to amuse me how people who spent most of their lives in warm climate react to non-sunny weather. I should know. You know you're in Southern California if you get a half inch of rain and every newscast starts blaring "STORMWATCH 2009!" And you know you're in MIami if the residents start throwing on layers the moment the temperature drops below 70.
Right now at Starbucks, there are women in fur coats, scarves, boots, thick sweaters, and even earmuffs. The guys are also breaking out the thick jackets, winter shirts, and some funny looking hats. The other thing that gets me is that any time it gets like this, Starbucks and other places overcompensate by cranking up the heat as if it's snowing outside. It's almost like walking into a sauna. Judging by the way everyone is huddling in their seats, I'm probably the only one who thinks so.