Born and raised in California, I was seventeen when I discovered warm clothes existed.

That was when I flew out to see my mother who had somehow ended up in Wisconsin.

I got on the plane, in December, wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

When we landed, it was at a small airport where you have to get off the plane via stairs and walk across the tarmac to the terminal.

It was twenty below zero before taking wind chill into consideration.

I spent that trip wearing her boyfriend's clothes. He was well over three hundred pounds. I was one sixty in a wet towel back then.

Fashion hilarity ensued.

It don't get that cold.

This is me… but I live in Southern California where we get 1 day of winter every 10 years.

All my shorts have elastic waists.

I’ll never go back to a belt .

That's me all right.

Massive respect

Hahaha... Can relate. Visited a brother in the UK during winter from the tropics. So on board I was in jeans and a t-shirt. Only the airport didn't have the boarding tubes, so we had to walk from the plane to the bus, then from the bus to the terminal. I severely underestimated the distance, had no jacket (in my luggage) and was just trying to maintain 'cool' the whole time, controlling breathing and fighting the shivers the whole time.

Snow monkeys.

I mean if you're running I don't see a major concern..

-Steve Jobs.

No one in my town wears shorts unless there’s a heat advisory, or they’re a tourist.