It's the end of March, so doesn't that mean it should no longer be coat weather? Maybe it's because we've been in the 50s for the past few weeks, but I was absolutely frigid today while plodding down to Mr. Yogato after my Mall run (which, by the way, wasn't as touristy I'd thought it would be).
But I'm committed to this challenge, and there was no way I was letting the cold and wind stop me. Thankfully, Yogato was cozy inside. Except for the gaggle of teenagers.
Picture it: I was sitting quietly at a table spooning out my original tangy with chocolate sprinkles when I heard the door open. In stepped two, then two more, then a few more, until there about 15 college-freshmen types. They were loud and obnoxious, filling up Yogato's shoebox-size space like a bunch of HeLa cells in a petri dish. Had I been a scientist, I could have recorded the minutes in my diary for later research, possibly even following them back to their indigenous habitat (no doubt a GW dorm or some such place).
In an effort to try to block out the kiddies, I read some "Game Change" as I finished my yogurt. Then I exited the building, happy to again have freedom over my own thoughts.
Thumbs up for the vivid HeLa reference!
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