Is it simply impossible for a cafe to be run at a comfortable temperature? Are there laws that require either icicles or heatstroke?
For the record, I am a very un-skinny man with a deep and abiding love of wintry climes and a rich shiny coat of fur (raw eggs in the kibble, doncha know?), and I am shivering like Rush Limbaugh when his maid is on vacation.
On the plus side, grading is nearly done and as soon as I email these back I'm getting out of here. Either I'm going soft (probable) or the papers are getting better. It's probably the exhaustion. These student's don't know how good they've got it.
[edited to change Bill O'Reilly to Rush Limbaugh. I can't keep my wackos straight]