Yes, it is Cold Enough for Me

Thanks for asking, fellow management consultant, I am eager to share with you the fact that it is cold enough for me. Even though that statement is inherently meaningless, I feel a bond with you that is deeper than it was 30 seconds ago; our interests clearly dovetail nicely. I have some other thoughts about the weather, if you would like to continue this conversation. I can make some insights about the recent weather that I have developed in the elevator ride up to our office when alone. Additionally, I have some predictions that I read on the Internet. Where you ask?  From weather.com. I found it when I typed “weather” into my preferred search engine.

If you prefer I can compare this particular winter to winters of the past. Oh! How long have you lived in Chicago?  It was that cold one year?  You had that much snow one year?  I guess the weather could always be worse, that's a very true observation.

I don't mean to be forward, but I think this is going somewhere; I think we are building something. Would you, perhaps, like to join me for lunch at Chipotle?  I know that we barely know each other but my people's intuition is telling me that we have a lot that we could talk about. I imagine that in a lunch hour, allowing 15 minutes to go downstairs and order food, that we would only have three moments where we ran out of ways to keep talking.

Correct me if I am wrong, but I get the feeling you are a Chicago Bears fan, and we could talk about that for a while. You were at that game?  My it looked cold! Oh! Not as cold as that other game you went to that one time?  I am sure we could make up about three minutes of conversation about the Blackhawks and seven about the Bulls before we settled on baseball for a solid sixteen minutes. This discussion would surely include anecdotes about trips to Wrigley and, yes I still call it Comiskey too – even though I didn't live here when was still called that.

Something tells me that we will find a way to segue nicely into a five minute conversation about traffic in Chicago and our respective commutes. I live in the city but drive my BMW to work anyway. I can't stand being in the train packed in with coughing, sneezing people with colds. As you finish the last bite of your barbacoa burrito I will tie the conversation back to the weather. “Nice callback,” you will say as we come full circle.  As we leave the Chipotle on Jackson you will say, “cold enough for you?” and we will laugh, comfortable in the fact that our friendship will last for years. Secretly I will wonder if you know that you started the conversation that way and you will wonder if I noticed. It doesn't matter though; we will retread many of these same paths in our friendship, mainly because we are so passionate about them. Oh, and I will send you the Facebook request, I think we have friends in common, here at our management consulting firm. I wonder if you will get the joke when I celebrate our six month annifriendsary in July by asking you if it is “hot enough for you?”