… and the next thing you’re going to do is tell me about how fucking warm it is in Florida. Oh, isn’t that a delightful thing, to be able to call someone in Chicago who is not your friend who is working while you are splayed like a beached octopus beside the pool in fucking Boca Raton. Do you know that mean’s “Rat’s Mouth”? Well, it does. I wish you’d catch the bubonic plague.
“It’s great here!” I say, “PERFECT temperature. Best city in the WORLD.”
I wouldn’t get too upset. If you live in Florida the ONLY thing you can brag about is the weather. Let them have their fun!