In 2002 my youngest daughter was in her high school performing choir, we went to Time Square in New York to compete the end of February. The first day we arrived I wasn't feeling too well, so stayed in my room to about 11 am decided it was time to get something to eat and there was a Howard Johnson's next door, so it was sunny and I thought I would just go, didn't think about grabbing a coat. While standing on the street corner waiting for the light to change people were looking at me like my hair was on fire. I just smiled wondering what was wrong with me and after I got across the street someone asked me, "Aren't you cold?" Yes - but I was just going across the street - didn't realize it was going to be such a long walk or so shocking to others. Still laughing about it all these years later. In Southern California (I live 7 miles from the Mexican Border) shorts and light sweat shirts are the norm even in the middle of winter so it it hard to remember to put on a coat.
I may be from Kansas but after living for 40 years in So Cal the bad habits kind of takes over.