Today I went to Interpol to get some silly piece of paper to prove I am no criminal. We stopped along the way to pick up the last few pieces of paper I needed from one of Nataly's cousins and headed over to the police headquarters where Interpol is headquartered. I was reasonably confident that all of the ducks were in a row and then...
"Sorry we won't take your money - you're wearing shorts."
Last I checked it's 30C (cloudy) - which is something like 88 degrees - with 75% humidity. It's not enough that they're rationing sugar for some shady government purpose, they force you to wear inhumanly uncomfortable clothes in brutal conditions. Ugh.