“It’s hot outside!” I hear my coworkers exclaim whenever they come back from lunch, stepping into the cool air-conditioned building. I normally nod and give a forced smile. My initial, unspoken, response is, “Is this unexpected?” I, too, have made comments about the weather, though generally it is preceded by, “Ugh,” and then, “It’s hot outside.” A statement, said flatly, not ending in rising inflection indicating surprise or question. Yes. It’s San Antonio. In August. It’s hot outside. Anything else really would be unexpected.