THE STUPIDEST ARGUMENTS I HAVE EVER HAD

One day, when I was quite young, my father stated that it was established that the optimal temperature was around 72 degrees (fahrenheit).
“But I prefer it a little colder,” I said. “Like around 60. That’s ideal for me.” (This is, by the way, still true of me. Nowadays I like it 55 or 50 even better.)
He said, “No, they say that 72 is really the best temperature.”
I said, “Perhaps that is some sort of average for most people. I, however, like it a little colder. That’s too hot for me. I like it eight or so degrees colder. Perhaps ten.”
He retorted with, “well, it says in the paper that 72 is really ideal for people. That’s why we stayed in L. A. Because the temperature is so ideal.” (L. A. is actually very often considerably hotter than that: around 80, which I find utterly intolerable unless one is sitting a lot. As a walker, I judge temperatures by how it feels to walk in them – just as I judge cities by how it feels to walk in them, too.”)
I said, “But it’s too hot here. Even if it stayed at 72, which it doesn’t, it would still be too hot, in my opinion. I like it colder.”
“But, no, they say that 72 is really the best.”