On my walk to pick Travis up from school I passed the neighborhood mailman. Wondering what he might think of the frigid weather, I stopped to ask.
“You work outside a lot, right?”
He nodded.
“Which do you prefer: blazing hot or freezing cold?”
Without hesitation he answered, “blazing hot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “When it’s blazing hot I can carry extra water and it feels like a workout. When it’s freezing cold, well … that’s when it feels like a job!”
