Mrs. Seinfeld...The Air Conditioning!!

Welcome to my world. Florida...it's basically Fiji or Alaska. You're "cool" with the AC in your house (this, ps, is the only place in this godforesaken state where you have any control of how cold your ta-tas are), then you sweat your balls off in the car, until the air kicks in and then you're freezing because the vent in the car, no matter where you point it, manages to tunnel right into your ear. Then you park and trudge to the mall/office/restaurant, again sweating your nards to melting point (black asphalt in FL is the devil...this is why we have valet parking everywhere), only to find that your neck-grease has frozen to Slurpee consistency. *sigh* But hell, it doesn't snow here like it did in Winnipeg, so I'm all good with that.