Toto, We're Not In California Anymore

So tonight I went with my friend and her family to Cheyenne, Wyoming where her husband was going to play his basketball game and we were going to watch. It was about a 45-minute drive and on the way, 50-mile-an-hour winds played tag with the truck. We arrived, parked, and out I stepped into the anti-California. The wind was quite fierce and I felt like somebody had unzipped me and poured Cold straight into my bones. It was freezing (to a wimpy Californian).

We scampered inside and settled ourselves. Shortly some friends arrived, blown into the gym like as we, and sat beside us. The following statement was made (without any irony), much to my disbelief:

"It's so windy outside!" this local exclaimed. "But at least it's not cold."

I think I might be the only sane person for miles.