tfw you’re living in alternate 1950s Kerala and want a quiet day grading at home in a beat-up lungi, but get an invitation to a really awful party you can’t turn down for political reasons. And you have to wear a suit and tie in the dead of summer and your wife laughs at the disgusted face you’re making. (And then laughs a bit less when it turns out she has to come too, but she can at least wear weather-appropriate clothing.)
Uh. Yeah. This was supposed to be a speed paint but it was not.