I’m tired of people talking about the weather.
I live in Cincinnati. In the winter it gets cold, in the spring it rains, in the summer it’s humid. There’s nothing much to say. Talking about the weather like each season is a surprise serves no purpose except to annoy me.
The next person who says something incipid to me about the weather like “Cold out there, eh? 27 degrees.” I’m going to say, “No kidding, it’s January you idiot” and stare at him until he realizes his stupidity.