A friend wears shorts all year, even when it’s snowing outside. My brother does the same thing along with a few other friends I could name. The first friend, though, gave me an interesting reason why he wears shorts in the snow.
“Sure,” he said, “I’m cold in the snow like anyone else. But it’s only for like five minutes. The rest of the time, I’m inside or on a bus or on a subway. When I’m inside, I feel fine. And everyone else is sweating in their heavy winter outfits.”
I’d never thought of it like that.
“I’m a big guy,” he said. “I’d rather be comfortable most of the time and uncomfortable for five minutes than comfortable for five minutes and uncomfortable the rest of the time.”
