I’m walking from my truck to the building. One of my cow-orkers is outside, smoking a cigarette.
G: “Morning, Ken.”
K: “Morning, Geof.” (pause while he realizes that I’m in short sleeves) “Cold enough for you?”
G: “Oh yeah, man. I love the cold weather.”
K: “Apparently so.”
I mean, heck, it’s only 28F outside. The way people act, you’d think that was cold or something.
I actually had frost on his windshield this morning … what in the world?