Today it was 800 degrees in DC. I’m a dog-walker, so I spent all day outside baking in the searing sun and steaming like a pork bun in the humidity. By 4pm, I was so hot I decided to bike back home shirtless. My girlfriend gave me a cautious look when I stripped off my shirt, and mumbled that she “hoped nobody would be an asshole.”
On the three mile bike ride home, I got quite a few stares, a few grumpy looks, and a whole gaggle of teenage boys shouting “Eww,” and “Put a damn shirt on!”
I expected worse, honestly.