The part of Mike...
This morning, before heading off to our morning workout, I decided I was going to walk home from work. I usually train down from the workout, the train station in Sunnyvale being all of maybe 200 yards from work (oh, so very far to walk). Home, on the other hand is 2½ miles away from work. That's two and a half miles, which is a mile and a half short of "too far to walk."
As I was packing up my stuff, I was smart enough to pack my running shoes to walk home in, instead of the flats I was about to pack. I wasn't, however, smart enough to pack, oh, a jacket. Anyone who thinks sunny California can't be cold needs to stick his dumb bare ass out in the 45° weather around here and THEN say it doesn't get cold here. Then head down to sunny SOUTHERN California, where it's at least nominally warmer.
As I was getting ready to go, I looked around for some way to keep myself warm, wondering how strange I might look walking down the street with a blanket wrapped over my shoulders, over my backpack, might look. Fortunately, Mike left a sweatshirt at work, which I appropriated for the walk home.
When I put it on, it reached down to my knees. Well, at least I'll be really warm all the way to my knees on the walk home.
As I was about to leave, I noticed the black beanie on Mike's desk. I had brought it into work last week, after finding it in our truck, thinking it might be Doyle's. When I saw it, hey, while I'm at it, why not go all the way and completely dress like Mike? Sure!
My walk home took 43 minutes. Fortunately, I packed light. Only one camera today.