When you wake up in the morning and it is 21 degrees, it might seem like the perfect day to accept your good friend's invitation to go ice skating at Whole Foods . . . especially if you are a boy who will strip naked and happily run through the sprinkler when it is in the 40s. (For my Canadian and European friends and everyone else living in every other country in the world sensibly following the Metric system: I do mean Fahrenheit. really.) By the time we got to Whole Foods, it had warmed to 25. The wind was fierce, making it seem far colder. Whole Foods made an unprecedented error by neglecting to have the ticket booth properly staffed. or staffed at all. We waited in line for over 20 minutes before someone was sent up to sell tickets / hand out skates / open the rink. By that time, me, and most other children were frozen solid and psychologically damaged, no doubt. I made it one time around the rink.
As always, pizza was my salvation.
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