``While it was raining yesterday afternoon a neat young woman sat in the far end of a bridge car, buttoned up snugly in a heavy, long, blue mackintosh. She looked fresh and smiling, and her hat sat square on her head.
The few people in the car looked wet and smelled damp.
Men rested their umbrellas in the holes of the rubber flooring and the women held theirs out and let the little rivulets run down on their clothes.
Both men and women looked depressed and draggled, all but the little woman in blue mackintosh.
At length a middle-aged and well-dressed man who knew her and who felt so irritated at the day that he wanted to say something cross to some one, went and took the seat beside the blue mackintosh. "You women are such fools," he said, after the first greeting. "Such sights as I have seen today in the way of wet skirts and hosiery! Women look such frights in rainy weather, though you do look pretty decent." "Thank you," she said, a little amused, as the car stopped; "it's because of this," and she unbuttoned her mackintosh and threw it back. She had on a complete suit of bloomers. "The devil!" he said, She moved toward the door, and he followed slowly, while the conductor said, "Step lively." ''
Faced with the same circumstances today, I would definitely follow her off the bus.
