Cranky Old Man Winter
One of my least favorite winter phenomena is the idea of getting all bundled up in layers — t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, button-down or sweater, overcoat; hat over the headphones, scarf, and gloves; (obviously boxers, pants, socks and shoes; I’m not that much of a polar bear) — only to walk three minutes to the subway where, once on the train, you’re engulfed by one hundred of the closest strangers you’ll have to deal with all day who, like you, are as cranky as hell — claustrophobic, agoraphobic, and overheated — because they also can’t remove to any comfortable extent the several layers and pounds of material they sport to counteract the God-awful winter freeze they really only experience for forty-five seconds during this daily commute.
