Know what's funny? I found myself outside earlier this week with Mr. W. I was wearing a neck-to-ankle wool felt coat, mittens and winter boots; Mr. W was dressed similarly. We were eating ice cream.
I saw a guy on the coldest day of the year exiting a 7-11, Slurpee in hand. It was colder outside the Slurpee than in by a large margin. Perhaps he was drinking it to warm himself.
No wonder people think Canadians are mildly insane.