A mindblowing exchange during a taxi ride in SF this afternoon made me wonder if I might be the victim of an elaborate Uber marketing scheme designed to teach me that regular taxis are infernal places that exist in a strange realm beyond logic.
Me: Could you turn on the AC please?
Cabbie: This is an old cab, there's no AC. You can roll down your window...and I suppose I can turn off the heater.
Me: YOU HAVE THE HEAT ON?! This is the hottest day of the year.
Cabbie (grumpily, while wearing hooded sweatshirt): I was cold.
*SILENCE FOR REST OF RIDE*
I was baffled by this conversation. Are there drugs that could cause someone to feel cold in 90-degree weather? Could this person be a sadist? Or have some kind of sweat fetish?