True story:
So my family planned a trip to Hawaii a few years ago. I'm all excited and of course barely slept the night before so I get up and think about what I'm going to wear. I wanted to be comfy and it's typically hot on planes, at least for me. So I throw on a t-shirt, some shorts, my socks, shoes, grab my bags, didn't even think about a jacket. So I board the plane in Ktown(Merrrrrrville) on my way to Hawaii without a care in the world. So then the plane lands at our layover in Chicago, we're taxiing to our gate, you look out the window and it's snowing like hell. I get up, grab my carry on and proceed to make my way to the door to find out that we didn't pull all the way to a gate, we're walking the rest of the way to the gate. It's like mid 20's, it's snowing, winds blowing like hell, and there I am with my summer outfit on. I killed it though, I made that walk like a boss. Why are you guys all dressed up, it's not cold out here?!