It's cold outside
Ok, "cold" by San Diego standards, anyways... it's only 60 degrees fahrenheit downtown.
...Which reminds me of a cute little story about a baby polar bear cub:
Cub: Mommy, am I a real polar bear?
Mama: Why, heavens, dear... yes, of course you are.
Cub: Are you sure?
Mama: Well... you have white fur... large paws for walking across the snow... sharp teeth... and you're nothing if not cute and cuddly. Yes, dear, I'm sure. You're definitely a little polar bear cub.
[pause]
Mama: But why do you ask?
Cub: Because I'm f@#%ing cold!
...Which reminds me of a cute little story about a baby polar bear cub:
Cub: Mommy, am I a real polar bear?
Mama: Why, heavens, dear... yes, of course you are.
Cub: Are you sure?
Mama: Well... you have white fur... large paws for walking across the snow... sharp teeth... and you're nothing if not cute and cuddly. Yes, dear, I'm sure. You're definitely a little polar bear cub.
[pause]
Mama: But why do you ask?
Cub: Because I'm f@#%ing cold!