Slurring my speech

Fun work story: Back in high school, one of my responsibilities at the supermarket where I worked was to bring in carts from the parking lot. There were many times when I was slurring my speech when I got back inside, because in deep Northern Indiana winters the freezing cold air would make my face numb.

So no, I am not drunk. My face is frozen. Give me a couple minutes to un-freeze my face and I will be talking normally.

I liked bringing in carts, by the way.