Waiting to Cross the Street at Night
Last night I had babysitting for a few hours. Yeah! So I went by the downtown crack-laden tortas supplier* (just typing about them makes me drool) for some dinner to sneak into a movie. A guy walked up next to me while I was waiting to cross the street. We exchanged pleasantries about how brutally cold it was for California, even in February.
"Dude," I said, "You're wearing a hoodie and you have no hair on your head. Why don't you put your hood up?"
"Uh, no... I don't really want to do that."
"...Okay. Well, have a good one, then."
I skittered off to get my dinner, wishing no one had ever had to worry about whether or not it was prudent to pull up their damn hood on a freezing cold winter night.
*Yes, I did choose that link because of the endearing animated lunch bag.
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