So, next time you scrape ice off your windshield at 31°F, don’t curse Daniel Fahrenheit. Thank him.
Thank him for giving you a crisp, unmistakable number that screams “Winter is here.” Thank him for making 72°F feel like a luxurious spring day.
And if someone tells you 32°F is arbitrary? Just smile. Sip your coffee. And say, “Yeah, but it’s our arbitrary number. And it works.”
Now, go make some ice cubes. The water’s ready at 32°F. Don’t forget the fancy tray.