There is a bar on Orleans Avenue that is called the Be 4 Real – perhaps the best name for a bar you could imagine. Today, there was a nip in the air so I put my polartec vest on to walk Loca. We both had pep in our step owing to the crisp cool air. As we rounded the end and were making our way back along the lagoon, a woman donning a winter coat and hat looked at me as if I was stark naked in the park and then she shouted at me in a school marm tone, “Aren’t you cold?”
I shouted back, “No, I’m menopausal.”