I was coming home from Austin in December of 1999 or 2000, and it was about 50 degrees. We got off the bus in front of the terminal, and I was searing a long-sleeved shirt and shorts. Dude comes out of the terminal wearing, I shit you not, a parka. He looks at me and says "What the fuck is wrong with you?!?"
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"I'm from Minnesota."
"Oh. Well, that's cool."