Salt and corrosion

I'm normally a warm person; I feel the heat way more than I feel the cold. Still, it's coming in quite nippy in the mornings now and I've gradually been adding layers when I leave the house. This morning, I left all rugged up in leather gloves and my ancient but very warm duffel coat, watching my breath make puffs of steam in front of me as I walked to the garage. I drove past the giant weather gauge flashing "1°" and thought it might soon be time to break out a hat as well. And then I saw an man walking down the street wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and felt like a wimp.

Once I got to work, I called "good morning" as I walked past my boss's office, to which he replied, "Who was the tall queen in Sleeping Beauty*?", accompanied by a helpful, arms-raised-to-cast-magic pose.

"The Disney cartoon?"

"Yes."

"Maleficent."

"Bloody hell. That question cost me first place in the school footie club's trivia night on Saturday."

"Who did you say?"

"Cruella de Ville, but I knew it wasn't right. I said to Kath (his wife) on the way home, I'll ask Alicia on Monday, she knows everything."

"Well... everything useless."

"It's not useless if it wins me a slab (of beer) in the school footie club's trivia night. Just remember that."


* Edited: Because although I know everything, I can't remember a simple conversation. :-)