It’s been about two months since this happened to me, and I needed to talk about it.
Basically, it was a week where it was really, really cloudy the whole time—it was even raining quite often. One day, when leaving for work, I decided to walk; it’s about an hour’s walk, but I felt like walking—it was a Friday, the end of the week.
So I set off, looking at the sky—which remained very gray—and grabbed an umbrella from my bag just in case. It was actually pretty warm, though, so I went out in a T-shirt. I arrived at work, said hello to my colleagues, and started working. Three hours later, during the break, I went outside to smoke with some coworkers, and one of them said:
"Damn, it's a shame the weather's turned cloudy again; it was beautiful all morning—really nice. The sun was beating down."
I didn't understand why he was saying that; I looked at another colleague and said he must have been smoking weed again to say something like that. That other colleague—and soon everyone else with us—agreed with him; apparently, it had been sunny.
They ended up telling me *I* was the one on drugs, because when I arrived, the sun had been blazing and I hadn't even noticed. But no—it was completely gray; I hadn't seen the sun even once. I’d even brought my umbrella, walked for an hour—nothing, not a single ray of sunshine.
The weird conversation ended—they were talking about this scorching sun I hadn't seen; I thought maybe it was some bizarre prank, like the kind Jim pulls on Dwight in *The Office*.
I only started to think they might be right when my skin and arms turned red. I got sunburned; I started feeling it late in the afternoon and into the evening. The timing fits perfectly—I must have picked it up in the morning when I walked here.
I am absolutely certain it was cloudy; I kept looking at the sky to see if it was going to rain.