I’ve always enjoyed being in the heat outdoors and NEVER complained about being “too hot”. Still don’t. Even decades later and living in Arizona!!! I love the heat. I’m out on my bike in 110’s every day (properly hydrated and respectful of my limitations, of course!!)
My dad has the solution to this problem. He doesn’t tell Mom what he’s going to order. And when the server comes around, to take the order, he doesn’t order verbally, he just points to his selection on the menu. Then Mom doesn’t even see his unhealthy choice until it comes to the table and it’s too late for her to do anything about it. Dad’s in his 90s. After having made it this long, he’s entitled to eat whatever he wants.
Yep. The version I heard was told to me by a middle school teacher, but the stakes weren’t quite as high. It involved the brothers being twins, standing at a fork in the road, and being asked for directions as to which fork to choose.
Barefoot, of course.