I love to emphasize the reason why I moved to Chicago, has a 100% to do with the weather. As much as people rave and rant about the cold, I say to them move to Texas and lets talk about the heat. The last few days have gotten me thinking that Chicago as well as any other "cold" city can get unbearably hot and as much as some people appreciate the hot weather, I think I'd rather stick to cooler weather. In one of those bad episodes of anything can go wrong will go wrong, happened on the way to the laundry mat.
Sunday, like any other Sunday I finally decide to do my laundry. Once at the very humid laundry mat I realize I have no change and have to run out to the ATM to get money. I knew I should have worn pants and real shoes but instead I am at the laundry mat with the shortest pair of shorts I have an extremely tight tank top, which of course I never wear outside my bedroom nonetheless, I am now 2 doors down in laundry mat packed with women and children. I walk half a block to the nearest ATM, rushing to get the money so I can go back to the safety of my household, only to find the ATM is broken and I have to walk 3 blocks to the next nearest ATM. As I walk those 3 very long blocks to Walgreens, I'm sweating, embarrassed, wishing I had gym shoes on so it could at least look like I was going on a run and I am cursing the comfort of flip flops. Once inside Walgreens I think its best to buy something and get cash back in a moment of what I want refer as 'heat delirium', I bought a bamboo plant. Not exactly sure how I looked in inappropriately short shorts and holding a bamboo plant , walking 3 blocks back as my ass hung out of my shorts. I finally made it back to the swamp like laundry mat to start a load. Ah...summer time in the city. How I love it!
Stop staring at me bamboo plant.
