Several years ago, my best buddy invited me to go to the Super Bowl with him! He was a nice man without a doubt, although I wasn’t sure it would be right if I went with him.
When I discovered there would be numerous ladies going along, I too decided to go.
I took shorts plus a t-shirt with me, although I didn’t take the right clothing. The night before the immense game, while everyone was get-togethering, I was shopping for better clothing. It had become so frigid, that I was sure it was going to snow instead of rain. The people who were there, told me I was honestly crazy, plus it wasn’t going to snow, although I grew up in the country, plus I knew what snow weather was feeling like, plus this was it. In the middle of the night, I turned the temperature control up in my bedroom, because it was getting too frosty to sleep easily. I was gleeful I bought heavier PJ’s while I was out, or I would have frozen to death for certain. They didn’t have heated seats, or enclosed areas for us to sit at the game. When we got up the next day, everyone was looking out the windows. There was close to a foot of snow blanketing the area. We left numerous hours early to get to the pigskin game. Instead of taking our tickets, they were providing snow shovels so you could get to your seats. They were selling seat heating systems plus personal heating systems to everyone. I thought they should give us the heating systems for free given the cost of the tickets, plus we had to shovel our way to our seats on top of that.