While walking back to work after lunch, GramTuna and I passed what I can only assume is a college student. This child was wearing variations on a theme of Crack is Not a Breakfast Food on a day that was windy, rainy, and that especially unpleasant damp and cold that makes you want to run for something warm by the fire. Today's outfit consisted of a skirt (bare legs, of course) and cheap flip flops. Her wiggly toes must have been a fetching shade of frostbite blue, but I cannot be absolutely certain of that because I wasn't going stop and investigate any further.
"OH MY GOD!" I said as I pulled my coat closer around my neck. "She's gotta be FREEZING!"
GramTuna shook her head. "Students," she said, flatly. "If it's not flip-flops and shorts in the winter, it's tank tops and furry boots in the summer."
"Makes me cold just looking at her," I said.
Without missing a beat GramTuna added, "I know for some people this is a fashion statement. To me, it's more like an IQ test."