Customers often ask where our office is located (I do tech support for an ISP, telling people that, yes, their new copy of Windows XP has come down with a virus, or worse, among other things) and, when I tell them Toronto, they often wonder what the weather is like here.
Today, I not only admitted it was quite cold, "for Toronto," but then proceded to brag, "Not that I want to brag," that I rode my bicycle in to work in it.
I enjoy the inevitable reaction, one that combines impressed surprise with a subtextual suggestion that I am, perhaps, not altogether sane.
Takes the sting out of numb finger-tips, it does.
You may now return to your regular programming.