There is a 12 degree corner in Gastown, right in front of the Steamworks brewpub. On windy days it is always fun. (I like it when the wind blows my kilt up!)
Today is windy and pouring buckets. When I hit that corner this morning, I was thinking about not getting under the edge of the eaves and getting the big drops down my neck.
I actually had to push my sporran down because the wind was lifting my kilt so strongly, even the sporran was coming up.
A woman passed me from behind seconds later, her eyes staring straight ahead, emotionless.