It’s Cold, But . . .
I know it’s cold. I’m actually rather pissed that someone last week decided to either accidentally take or steal IP’s coat. Thanks to his stalwart nature, inability to get cold, Michigan conditioning and a poor leather jacket selection at Macy’s, IP still doesn’t have a coat. To the person who took it, intentionally or not: aren’t you supposed to be one of the smartest/somewhat successful people in D.C.? Why a) steal a coat or 2) not notice that you’re walking around with a coat about a size or two too big for you? Geez.
So with that said, I know it’s cold. However . . .
Snow pants? Really? For an adult? In mid-20s weather? I just . . . I mean . . . it’s not . . . seriously . . . I . . . bah. Just bah.
I realize people have different tolerances, but wearing snow pants seems excessive. Layering? Sure, why not. Get yourself some tights and put them under your pants. Snow pants, though? No. Not when the Metro’s already overheated and will provide adequate warmth. Not when it’s really not that bad. Not unless you’re stuck in a major blizzard and have to dig your way out of your driveway.
And even then I’d probably make fun of you.