There was nearly a foot of snow blanketing the area.
Several years ago, my best friend invited me to go to the Super Bowl with him. He was a nice man, but I wasn’t sure it would be right if I went with him. When I found out several women were going along, I went too. I took shorts and a t-shirt with me, but I didn’t take the right clothing. The night before the big game, while everyone was partying, I was shopping for warmer clothing. It hadn’t gotten so cold, that I was sure it was going to snow instead of rain. The people who were there, told me I was crazy, and it wasn’t going to snow, but I grew up in the country, and I knew what snow weather felt like, and this was it. In the middle of the night, I turned the thermostat up in my bedroom, because it was getting too cold to sleep. I was glad I bought heavier PJ’s while I was out, or I would have frozen to death. They didn’t have heated seats, or enclosed areas for us to sit at the game. When we got up the next morning, everyone was looking out the windows. There was nearly a foot of snow blanketing the area. We left five hours early to get to the football game. Instead of taking our tickets, they were handing out snow shovels so you could get to your seats. They were selling seat heaters and personal heaters to all the people coming in the gate. I thought they should give us the heaters for free when I saw how much the tickets cost, and we had to shovel our way to our seats.