Foggy days are the worst. Almost as bad as going out at night, which ofk is suicidal. It's not just about the low visibility; Those are the days when the shadows hunt.

Pfft, shadows. If there's ambient light hitting my skin, there ain't no shadows can get near me. I'm so reflective, I make the Silver Surfer look like pewter.

Nah, this is what happens when you successfully tell people to Get Off My Lawn.