Windy city
Minor, petty thing #34 I wonder about:
Why is it when walking through the wind tunnel that is downtown Minneapolis, my hair never gets blown gracefully across my face, but instead, is wind-whipped violently into my mouth or nose or eyes, and I can never do that graceful headshake to loosen it, so that I appear to the general public to be vehemently disagreeing with the voices in my head?
