On the phone, from my 7th-floor office to SC’s 2nd-floor office:
Me: Why is my office so cold? I’m freezing my ass off in here.
SC: I don’t know.
Me: I turned the thermostat up to 76, and it’s still freezing.
SC: I turned mine up to 86 and now it’s okay. Didn’t you bring a sweater or anything?
Me: No. It was so nice outside I left my sweater in the car.
SC: You want to borrow mine? I have one I leave in the office just for this kind of situation.
Me: Why are you so much smarter than I am?
SC: Because I’m black.
Me: Oh, right.