Point of fact that pretty much everything slows down in this neck of the woods when it bottoms out at minus forty or below. That includes reflexes. Note: This may or may not have been inspired by actual events.
At the other end of the spectrum was the time I moved to the South and eagerly anticipated my first gesture of gentlemanly behavior by opening the door for a lady down at the Piggly Wiggly. Trouble is it was one of these automatic doors.
Y'all take care now hear?