I swear, some people don't feel the cold. At all.
It's been about 35 (all temps are Farenheit) at the highest, around here, for weeks. We've had really frigid days and are about to have more of them later this week. Today I think it didn't get over 31 and about the same was true for much of the past week.
Yet last week, while going to or leaving from work, I saw the following sites:
- a gal in slippers waiting to cross the street by the Freedom Trail. She was carrying a briefcase and clearly going to work. Did she just get up and, I dunno, forget it was cold outside? And then forget to go back in her home and change? Her socks were bright green; you could see them at the back.
- two dudes in shirtsleeves, no hats, walking and chatting leisurely, right near where I get the bus to go home. The coffee shop (their probable destination) was several doors down. But they were gabbing and meandering as if it was April.
- a very tall, Nordic-looking woman on my bus wearing a short skirt, no hat, and no socks or pantyhose of any sort. Okay, when it got to be 17 in the mornings, she made a concession to the season. She put on sheer pantyhose. She also walks around with wet hair every single morning.
- a guy, probably barely out of his teens, waiting for the bus to go home, who wears nothing more than a tee shirt unless it's really cold. Then he puts on a sweatshirt.
Now, I recognize that internal temperature sensitivities differ. Plus people may be wearing incredible long underwear although Miss Scandinavia 1967 clearly was not. So, um, why is it that when there's ice on the ground, and most sane people can agree that it's cold outside, some people are, what? Immune? Internally heated by the certainty that they are going to hell (and thereby getting used to the experience)? Dumb? Nuts? Not of this planet?
All speculations welcome.