Someone is always turning on the AC in the rain. I am always turning on the heat on a sunny day.
It’s what happens when you put me in the same room with a pregnant lady. I have a comfort range of 75 degrees to 90. Hers is under 60. That’s a big difference.
When I’m basking in perfect equilibrium, others are sweating and propping open doors. When they find relief, the tips of my fingers begin to go icy.
You can’t make everyone happy, particular in the area of temperature.