So I’m wrapped in four layers of clothing, encased in gloves, scarf and a wool hat at the Middletown train station this morning, doing my very best to stay warm in the Arctic cold. And yet I’m still shivering.
So along come three businesspeople wearing nothing more than suits and ties. They’re happily engaged in an animated conversation about telecom sales support and, apparently, totally unfazed by the frigid temps.
I’m both horrified and mystified. Are they immune to what others feel? Are they from some other planet? Or, was Thomas Jefferson wrong when he wrote that all men were created equal?
I had to find out. So, I sidled up to the nearest one and asked him if he wasn’t freezing. He looked me over as if I’d just asked if he’d ever served a prison sentence and sniffed, "I guess I’m just tougher than you."
So, is this gent’s wanton disregard for warmth part of a larger image he projects to the outside world? One can only wonder what other superhuman traits he possesses. Does he forego an umbrella when it rains? Does he opt to walk from New York to Boston instead of drive? Can he leap tall buildings in a single bound?
Whatever it is that keeps this superman warm, I’ll stick with my gloves, scarf and wool hat, thank you very much. I’d rather be dull and warm than cool and cold.