In Florida for a few days for work... and boy is it NOT California.
Best story of the trip....
One day... it was in the low 90's, hot and muggy. I go to the beach and enjoy an afternoon there.
I go back to the hotel to nap... since I was gonna be on the grave shift. Wake up to a thunderstorm. An amazing storm it was.
When driving into work that night.... I find out I left a crack open in my window and my car was flooded. CRAP!!!! Wasn't the weather picturesque earlier the day?????
What's worse.... I get my one and only jacket soaking wet. And in the office... the AC is amazingly strong.
So I go to Target to find a sweatshirt or windbreaker. NOTHING!!! Everything is short sleeves or tank tops.
I go to Walmart - same thing. And there isn't a mall within a 20 mile radius of where I worked.
I get into work to share my war story (while freezing my knickers off) and lo and behold... my coworker told me he did the same thing. Only....he found a sweatshirt at Target.... the one and only..... XL.... in the women's department!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Florida - the armpit of America.
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