Brrrrr, fire drill
When I was a kid, I lived in the South, and I lost an awful lot of coats. I got in more trouble over carelessness with coats than anything else I ever did.
Careless Southern winters were why. It’d be cold when we went out for recess, so we naturally wore our coats. Fifteen minutes later, we’d have warmed up, and discarded the coats on the nearest hillside, forgetting to pick them up when we went in. (I’m sure I wasn’t the only kid to do this.)
Yesterday morning was chilly, and I knew the 45-minute wait for the bus home from the metro after Java class (four more classes! just four more!) would be coolish too, so I wore my black fleece cloak. Come four in the afternoon—the fire alarm went off. I let myself be chased out of the building, carrying my bag. And oh, my, wasn’t it a lovely afternoon. Warm as toast and twice as sunny.
Of course I left my cloak in the building. Of course I did. And of course I had to leave at 4:20 to catch a bus to the metro to Java class. And of course it was a pretty cold (though certainly not dangerously so) wait for the bus home yesterday evening.