It was below ten degrees Fahrenheit. A cold breeze shot down my back, leaving bumps shivering on my arms and neck. The cold shook my head, as if I was shaking my head dry, after getting out of the shower, like the cold was strangling me.
I raised my hand, which was also rapidly shaking, up to my sleeve, and pulled it down.
The hair on my neck stood, Like a dog's, when it's aggressive. It tickled a little, then the frost shocked me, Like a dog wearing a shock collar, and walking over the underground fence. Sorry for the dog references.
I stood there in the chill for about five minutes. Maybe six. The guy in front of me finally got what he wanted, as he walked out, he bumped my shoulder. It hurt more because of the chill.
I eyed the guy that remained in front of me. "You're next" he snarled.
As I stepped forward, the floor chirped. I sniffed. I looked at the menu, decided what I wanted, and ordered my Ice Cream.
-RCA
