The New York Times had a little fun with our recent spate of cold weather on Monday.
MIAMI — Floridians, who giddily track winter weather reports from the North, woke up Monday prepared to revel in their snow-free sidewalks and high-Fahrenheit fortunes. Another meteorological bullet dodged, chirped the snowbirds.
Then they opened their front doors to a comeuppance: a bone-chilling blast in the 30s, from Fort Lauderdale to Jacksonville, that has become the new and depressing norm here this December.
“It’s shocking, actually,” said Dorothy Lee, 51, as she crossed a windswept street, weighed down by three layers of shirts, a coat, a hat and gloves.
“And don’t forget the stockings on my legs,” she added, grimacing. “This is not why people move to Florida.”
In matters of weather, all whining is relative (just ask all the New Yorkers who spent the day cross-training with shovels). But in this city, traditional bragging rights have been replaced by griping rights.
Warm Weather Wussies like Obalesque have got to be ready to move to the jungles of South America but I'm loving this little break from the sweat-soaked, mold and mildew infested sauna-like climate that pervades our little corner of America for 8 months out of the year.