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Dec. 20th, 2004 12:36 pmBackground info: In Barrow, the temperature is what could be accurately referred to as "fucking freezing your arse off" cold. The ambient temperature might only be a few degrees below zero, but the wind is utterly relentless. Said wind then takes the temperature down to something like 80 degrees below zero - as well as robbing you of any body heat you may have stored as it goes right through your jacket/clothing/skin.
So when I go into the airport after spending approximately 15 seconds walking from the plane to the door in this wind, and see a high-school-age girl I vaguely know wearing a waist-length jacket (not parka - jacket), knee-high boots (not the warm kind, just the stylish leather kind), and a minidress (complete with a foot of exposed skin between the boots and skirt), I believe I'm perfectly justified in tapping her on the shoulder and using a
trollprincess quote:
"Hey, Elizabeth. Nobody told me that 'black with frostbite' was the new pink this year."
So when I go into the airport after spending approximately 15 seconds walking from the plane to the door in this wind, and see a high-school-age girl I vaguely know wearing a waist-length jacket (not parka - jacket), knee-high boots (not the warm kind, just the stylish leather kind), and a minidress (complete with a foot of exposed skin between the boots and skirt), I believe I'm perfectly justified in tapping her on the shoulder and using a
"Hey, Elizabeth. Nobody told me that 'black with frostbite' was the new pink this year."