A crazy white boy

As I was doing laundry last night (in preparation for a certain trip), I was going back and forth to the laundry room in my shorts, tank top, and flip-flops.  The sky was clear, there was no wind, and the temperatures were around 20°C (just shy of 70°F).  Some guy was out on the front stoop of his building on the phone and I could hear him talking about me.  (Aside: why is it that people on cell phones think people around them can't hear them?)  It should be noted that he is wearing heavy sweat pants, boots, a thick hoodie sweatshirt with the hood up, and a stocking cap.

Man, this white boy is crazy.  He running around barely dressed and it freezing out.  Yeah, like 65 or something.

When I went to put the laundry in the dryer:

He still not dressed.  Crazy white boy think he at the beach or something.  Man!