It is that time of year in the Burgh where the weather does its split personality thingy. You know what I mean. You walk out of the house and you grab a jacket because it is pretty damn cool. Then when you leave your office around 3-ish, that sweater you have on is sticking to your sweaty flesh, and you can’t even remember why you have a coat in your hands, and you curse the sun, the inventor of the sweater, and the bus driver that won’t blast the air.
It is also the time of year when Burghers cannot decide which season to dress for.
This morning while still on my bus, I noticed a woman walking down Grant in a light short sleeved shirt, a summer sweater tied over her shoulders, a breezy summer skirt, bare legs, high heeled sandals and sunglasses.
She was followed by, and Burghers, I swear on the pigeon poop on my car that I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, a professional stylish woman wearing a brown wool hat, big brown scarf, and a big long brown camel hair coat.
Seeing these two women in one eyeball pretty much looked like a swimsuit model taking a stroll with an Eskimo. It was THAT weird.
Couple that with the fact that just now as I was out, I saw about three or four guys decked out in their best heavy leather coats and boots.
They have to be so drenched in sweat that they are afraid to remove their coats due to fear of embarassment from the telling clothing stains.
It is a weird day in the Burgh.