Proof I'm From Portland

For those of you who are unfamiliar with my other clearly-from-Portland traits, such as environmental-friendliness, a love of craft beer, and a tendency to skip shaving my legs, I present further proof that I am from that kooky little Northwest city.
Not only did I bicycle the mile and a half to work today in a thunderstorm, without fear or fucks given, I also prepared fully with a change of clothes, socks and shoes, makeup to apply AFTER my face got rained on, a bag in which to carry them that kept them dry, a hairstyle that allowed minimal amounts of drenching, and enough time to sort all that out after I got there.
Oh yeah. I'm kinda hardcore.
I even left myself enough time for coffee. He is indeed a fool who doubts Samantha Mother-Fucking Jill of all Trades.