A coworker of mine relocated to our Orlando office a year or two back. He frequently waxes eloquent about the warm, sunny weather.
I now know him to be a liar.
I know that Orlando is incessently rainy and overcast. Especially when you go someplace nice for dinner, like a fine Cuban restaurant called Bongos in Downtown Disney, and come outside from your dinner to discover the heavens have opened up. Again. Some more.
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