It's November, and I work in a government building, so naturally, the air conditioning is still running at full capacity.
At my desk, I have a space heater running full blast, I'm wearing a sweatshirt, a leather jacket, and I have a fleece blanket wrapped around me.
Everyone who comes through my office asks the same question:
"Are you cold?"
No, actually, I'm not. I was
cold, but then I turned a space heater on full blast, put on a sweatshirt and leather jacket, and wrapped a fleece blanket around myself. Nice and toasty, now. You dolt.
I'm cognizant of the fact that I'm a touch cranky this morning, (thanks to the sudden realization that I'm the latest victim of a cold that has been passed around the office lately) so I'm doing my best not to return any smart-ass answers.
Then someone sees me take some medicine, and asks...
wait for it....
"Are you sick?"
I'm going home.