Several years back, my best neighbor invited me to go to the Super Bowl with her.
She was nice, although I wasn’t sure it would be right if I went with her.
When I found out several women were going along, I went too. I took shorts & a t-shirt with me, although I didn’t take the right clothing. The night before the big game, while most people were celebrating, I was shopping for warmer clothing. It had 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, & it wasn’t going to snow, although I grew up in the country, & I knew what snow weather felt like, & this was it. In the middle of the night, I turned the temperature control up in my bedroom, because it was getting too cold to sleep. I was blissful. I purchased heavier PJ’s while I was out, or I would have froze to death. They didn’t have heated seats, or enclosed areas for us to sit at the game. When we got up the next afternoon, most people were looking out the windows. There was nearly a foot of snow blanketing the area. We left early to get to the pigskin game. Instead of taking our tickets, they were handing out snow shovels so you could get to your seats. They were selling seat heating devices & personal heating systems to everyone coming in the gate. I was genuinely thinking they should give us the heating devices for free when I saw how much the tickets cost, & we had to shovel our way to our seats.