03 January 2018

Winter Driving - Missoula, Montana

There is a man in line at the grocery store sporting shorts - as outerwear. 
(Well, I guess it could be more weird...)

I don’t know how HE arrived here, but my route from work was through a dark sleety evening, commencing in a hasty stroll across a parking lot simultaneously accumulating snow and ice. 

Now, you will see shorts throughout winter in Montana, usually of the sturdy canvas-cargo variety. But these are not those. They are not even long, saggy I-don’t-know-what shorts that on a woman in summer would be classified as capris. (Or in the 1970s as culottes – oh the joy of fashion!)  Rather, these are flappy nylon athletic shorts revealing his kneecaps (and, of course, lower legs that typically accompany such). 
And these are not even dark hairy legs that might ostensibly keep toasty in a blizzard. No, they are the skinny pale sort that look cold in a desert. I’m guessing he is favoured with an overreaching metabolism that renders him impervious to sleet gusting sideways. Or maybe he craves the adrenaline of a mad skidding dash between warm car to heated public building. Or maybe - & this is an actual possibility in Missoula – just maybe, he cut to the chase and rode his bike to the store!  

It does take all sorts to keep the world interesting - and the candy aisle. 
So, I applaud your fortitude, Mr. Shorts Man. And I decline to entertain the prosaic possibility that you just popped in for one thing on your way home from a basketball league game, and were un-phased at being briefly out in the weather between the heated gym and heated car and heated store.


  1. Haha! That’s a great post, Cyndy! I saw a man in flip flop footwear tonight .... northern Alberta!! The new look is fab!

  2. Possibly a member of the Polar Bear Club.


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