Cold Day
Today is a very cold day in England - perhaps the coldest day since summer ended. That being said, it is absolutely glorious. The sun is shining in that crisp mellow way that only happens during really clear cold weather. That, however, doesn't make it any warmer. As I was waiting for my bus this morning, wearing my heavy leather jacket, gloves and scarf, and wishing like mad that I had a hat to cover my head, I looked across the street at the bus stop going into town (I go away from town for work). At that bus stop there stood two British teenage girls, probably around 14 years old. They both had light jackets on and were wearing mini-skirts and knee length socks. This must be the school uniform as most of the kids who get off at my bus stop or wait at their bus stop wear some variation of the same in warmer weather. However, I know for a fact that there are other pant-based options that these girls could be wearing. In danger of sounding too old and curmudgeonly, I'll not make any statement about the sensibility of these girls mini-skirts, rather, I will tell a short story from my own childhood.
I went to high school in Athens, Greece (or, at least, the last two years of my high school career), which, more often than not was temperate. Occasionally, there would be a really cold day, but more often than not, the weather was pretty nice. I say this to set up an anecdote that occurred on one of the rare cold days. I was waiting at my bus stop, which happened to be on the Navy base in Nea Makri (which no longer exists as the US Navy pulled up stakes the year I finished school), and was situated in front of the lecture hall. We were able to stand inside the entranceway to the lecture hall, if we so wished, but most of the older kids chose not to do so as it was invariably loud in there and overrun with elementary school children with running noses and squeaky shoes. This meant that we were standing outside on this cold winter day. A classmate of mine, a girl about my age, approached me wearing a tank top and a mini-skirt and asked if she could borrow my coat as she was really cold. She was pretty good looking, but seeing that much skin isn't really sexy when most of what you see is blue and covered in goose-bumps. I looked at her in disbelief (even then I was pretty even keeled), and asked her why in the hell she was wearing what she was wearing. Her response, and I swear I'm not kidding, was to tell me "well, it was warm in my house."
Today is a very cold day in England - perhaps the coldest day since summer ended. That being said, it is absolutely glorious. The sun is shining in that crisp mellow way that only happens during really clear cold weather. That, however, doesn't make it any warmer. As I was waiting for my bus this morning, wearing my heavy leather jacket, gloves and scarf, and wishing like mad that I had a hat to cover my head, I looked across the street at the bus stop going into town (I go away from town for work). At that bus stop there stood two British teenage girls, probably around 14 years old. They both had light jackets on and were wearing mini-skirts and knee length socks. This must be the school uniform as most of the kids who get off at my bus stop or wait at their bus stop wear some variation of the same in warmer weather. However, I know for a fact that there are other pant-based options that these girls could be wearing. In danger of sounding too old and curmudgeonly, I'll not make any statement about the sensibility of these girls mini-skirts, rather, I will tell a short story from my own childhood.
I went to high school in Athens, Greece (or, at least, the last two years of my high school career), which, more often than not was temperate. Occasionally, there would be a really cold day, but more often than not, the weather was pretty nice. I say this to set up an anecdote that occurred on one of the rare cold days. I was waiting at my bus stop, which happened to be on the Navy base in Nea Makri (which no longer exists as the US Navy pulled up stakes the year I finished school), and was situated in front of the lecture hall. We were able to stand inside the entranceway to the lecture hall, if we so wished, but most of the older kids chose not to do so as it was invariably loud in there and overrun with elementary school children with running noses and squeaky shoes. This meant that we were standing outside on this cold winter day. A classmate of mine, a girl about my age, approached me wearing a tank top and a mini-skirt and asked if she could borrow my coat as she was really cold. She was pretty good looking, but seeing that much skin isn't really sexy when most of what you see is blue and covered in goose-bumps. I looked at her in disbelief (even then I was pretty even keeled), and asked her why in the hell she was wearing what she was wearing. Her response, and I swear I'm not kidding, was to tell me "well, it was warm in my house."
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