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Living with Foreigners: Part 7 – Some Like It Hot

February 18, 2017

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My wife and I have an ongoing debate as to exactly what “room temperature” means. The picture above was taken at my brother-in-law’s apartment tonight and perfectly illustrates my point.

According to my wife, she was very comfortable the entire evening. I felt like I was living on the surface of the sun. Maybe this has something to do with the fact that she grew up in a warmer climate than I did and she’s accustomed to the heat. It’s hard to say.

What I do know is that I quickly shed layers of clothing as the evening progressed. I confess at times that I contemplated stripping down to my undershirt and boxers but finally decided against this as a reasonable course of action. No one wants to see a balding overweight man get that cozy anywhere other than in his own home when he’s alone.

I will also state that a quick perusal of the internet on the subject of room temperature seems to bolster my case. Wikipedia, that ever expanding fountain of knowledge, describes room temperature as “… typically between 20 °C (68 °F) and 25 °C (77 °F)” which seems a little on the hot side to me. However, it also goes on to state that other sources claim the range is variable depending on the season.

Since it’s currently winter here in Ohio, I particularly found the portion that gave the wintertime range as “being 20 °C (68 °F) to 23.5 °C (74 °F)” reasonable. What is unreasonable is to expect your husband to sit for several hours in a virtual sauna and for him not to be a little bit irritable.

Of course, my mood could also have been influenced by the fact that I literally sat on the couch for hours while her mother put my wife’s hair in rollers. The situation was not improved when I was informed that my wife needed to sit under a hair dryer for 40 minutes after my phone battery had already died.

There is only so much conversation you can make with your in-laws when you have a hair dryer running in the background combined with the incessant chatter of my nephew and niece as they alternatively squealed, shouted, ran from room to room, and generally behaved like young children do.

“Are you feeling okay?” asked my mother-in-law. “You look sleepy.”

“Yeah, I am a little tired I guess.” I replied. Of course, that could also just have been the heat exhaustion talking.

Which reminds me, it’s time for me to change the password on our wireless thermostat again. My wife is getting a little too good at guessing my passwords and then waiting until I fall asleep before cranking up the heat from her phone to an unreasonable degree or as she would say “a comfortable 78.”

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