LIKE IT HOT

We got in the lift he and I.
‘Up to the top, then...well almost,’ he said when I told him after he asked, ‘what floor?’
‘Warm isn’t it?’ I said.
‘Isn’t it though,’ he said wearing a white vest over a well tanned torso. ‘We complain when it’s hot and complain when it’s cold...’
‘I’m not complaining,’ I said. ‘No, I like it hot.’
‘At least you can get cooled down if it’s hot.’
‘That’s true,’ I said.
‘Isn’t it though.’