I wish I had a dollar for every time I was asked that question today. Well, I wish I had a lot of dollars for every time, because it couldn’t have been any more than half a dozen, but still, that’s a lot, especially when I can think of quite a lot of more interesting opening lines. “Here’s 40 cents, call someone who cares.” for example.
Anyway, I have no idea how cold it was here in Canberra today, but it was certainly many degrees below both comfortable and tolerable.
Of course, being an old hand at predictable opening lines and come backs, today’s conversations typically went like this:
Canberran: What’s it like outside?
Richard BF: Cold — Damn cold — Fucking cold [depending on audience]
Canberran: Yeah, it was pretty cold this morning.
So let me get this right, we’re in Canberra, in the middle of winter, where it is currently 3 degrees, and everyone is walking around rugged up like they’re about to get on the next boat to Antarctica, yet for some reason they’re expecting it to suddenly be warm? These people are nuts, but I admire their optimism and tolerance for the pain and suffering of anything less than a moderatley crisp 23 degrees.