On Wednesday as I walked to the T, two missionaries (what else could people willfully wearing ties out of the office in summer be?) looked at me aghast and exclaimed something like "My God, brother, you must be roasting!"
I started wearing black on Wednesdays a while ago and haven't stopped. This might have been the day I regretted it most. Not that wearing any other color would have cooled me down at all.
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