After some benign chit-chat about the weather with a couple in the booth, the man says, “Yeah, it’ll be cold, but it’ll be clear.”
“I feel like there’s something maniacally cheerful about a brutally cold, clear day,” I say without thinking. “Like it’s grinning at you with icicle teeth.”
And as a wary, confused smile crosses his face, I hear what I said, and realize that I sometimes freak people out.
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