It was so funny/infuriating. My love and I were in California for the Honeymoon, right? And this lady is like, “Were you expecting it to be warm? I hope you weren’t! It’s so cold! I don’t know what to do! It’s like I’m back home in Michigan!” The low for that day was in the 50s. My dear love neatly responded, “Where we came in from, it’s negative two with like, a foot of snow.” And the lady was flabberghasted.
First reaction: IT GOES UP TO FIFTY DEGREES IN CALIFORNIA??
Then: Oh, yeah. 50 degrees F = 10 degrees C.
Second reaction: Ahaha, I can’t wait until it’s 10 degrees in Ottawa. It’s -20 C, feels like -27 C with the wind here now.
Me when visiting Rhode Island: IF IT’S 98 DEGREES OUTSIDE, WHY ISN’T ALL YOUR WATER SPONTANEOUSLY BOILING
Americans: wat, water boils at 400 degrees or something
Me: I… that… it makes way more sense when it boils at 100
Americans: Why would it boil at 100…?