Day 2. Not stopping yet.

People who see me in my leather and say, “Aren't you hot in that?” which forces me to answer that their query carries with it the implication that I am stupid: If I were, indeed, hot, I would remove said jacket unless I was either:

a) too stupid to remove it, or  
b) too stupid to realize the temperature was high enough to warrant such action. 

Now, I have gotten to know me pretty well over the past 52 years, and feel I'm in a perfect position to say that I am not, in fact, stupid, and to further suggest that it may actually be you who is lacking in certain gray, matter-y things.