Tolerance

If you live in Chicago, you know that it's been starting to get really effing cold the past couple of days, so I've been wearing my winter coat. It's one of those 3-in-1 coats that can be 1) a light weight wind breaker, 2) a heavy coat, or 3) the heavy coat can be zipped into the wind breaker to be worn as a combined heavy-wind-breaking coat. So I've been going with option 3 for a few days now due to near-freezing temperatures, especially for my mile-long walk to work in the morning before the sun is up.

After work yesterday, I got into the elevator with a coworker. He's never seemed to like me very much. Or maybe he's not very friendly to anyone; I don't know. But either way, we weren't making small talk. We were just watching the TV in the elevator, which shows news headlines, local traffic and weather. The temperature was displayed as 34 degrees. My coworker looked at the temperature, looked at my coat, made a shocked face like he was looking at George Costanza or something, and said mockingly:

S: Well your coat will certainly keep you warm enough.

Me: I hope so. It was only like 20 degrees on my way to work this morning and I was freezing!

He scoffed at me like I was a f*&king moron who had just said the most ridiculous, outrageously incorrect thing that he'd heard all day, and very seriously replied with a know-it-all attitude:

S: I think 20 is a bit of an exaggeration! It was at least 25.

Me: ............

I waiting for him to laugh at his own joke. Apparently he wasn't joking. His face was stone cold.

Me: Well, I think 25 is still pretty cold.

The elevator doors opened and he bolted out of there without another word, and a nasty look on his face. It seems like he was offended that I had talked back to his all-knowing meteorological knowledge.

So I guess he has a high tolerance for cold, and a low tolerance for me.