“I’m freezing. I am in the wrong state,” I told the soldier. “I thought I was going to be in Texas. Do these look like utility clothes?” I asked the soldier?

He laughed.

“You’re laughing at me again. I am just telling you to look at these shoes. So they look insulated?”

He snorted.

“No! These shoes were made to look good, same as these pants. They are to show off my ass, not keep me warm. I am telling you the air goes right through them because we are not in Texas where we are supposed to be.”

“I try to prepare for the worst,” he said.

We are currently getting tires on my car so I can even get home.  Left the car at the tire place, walking down the street in Oklahoma…

“Is that so? Well you are a SF soldier. I am a woman and I rely on a man.”

“You do, huh?”

“Yes! I had a client the other day, said she didn’t need a man. I said, yes you do. You may need him to lift something,” I said with a snort. I think she liked hearing that. I think she was happy. But anyway, yeah. I am freezing my ass. I am a desert rat, there is no getting around it.”