|Wednesday, October 11, 2006|
|Panel 1: In the college hallways, Barbara confronts Marie, who is still wearing a sweater and hugging herself.|
Barbara: You're not cold, are you?
Marie: Yes. Yes, I am.
Barbara: Ha! This is nothing. Wait till it goes down to minus twenty-six plus wind chill and stays there for ten weeks.
Barbara: Wait till ice starts forming on top of your breakfast juice! Wait till your wet hair freezes solid in five seconds! Wait till you develop nostril slush!
Marie [thinks]: "Nostril slush"?
Barbara: Wait till you have to learn to type in mittens! Just wait for it!
Alt-Text: Yes, there is such a thing as nostril slush, and no, you do not want to experience it firsthand.