The Wretch and I have been married for forty years. We are still together for a variety of reasons, the primary of which is that we know that no one else would have us. That's all right. We rub along pretty well together.
However, The Wretch has this annoying habit of speaking like the engineer he is. A case in point is the weather.
Our conversation goes something like this:
Me: Let's walk down this street. There're more trees and the shade makes it cooler.
The Wretch: It's not really cooler. You just think it is.
Me: It is definitely cooler in the shade.
The Wretch: No. What you're feeling when you're in the sun is only radiant heat transfer. The temperature is the same whether you're in the shade or the sun.
Me: Feel the back of my neck. When I'm in the sun, it's hot.
The Wretch: It's all in your mind.
Me: Could we walk down the street with the trees? I like the view.
The Wretch: Why didn't you just say so in the first place?
Gem for the day: don't try to to have an intelligent conversation with an engineer.
Gotta love radiant heat transfer.
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