I just returned from my daily Starbucks run. The Starbucks I frequent happens to be across the street from the Target Center. Today, in the midst of the “Vikings sex scandal on the sea” scandal, there is a very large cargo van made of glass, with bikini-clad women inside, catching some rays alongside small potted palm trees. The side of the van says, “Come enjoy the warmth of Mexico. Call 1.800.44.MEXICO.” They could have at least had some men on board.
Meanwhile, it’s 42 degrees.