Scene: You, hands in pockets, waiting at lights on a Very Frosty morning.
Fully Kitted Middle-Aged Man who rolls up behind you: Cold hands eh?
FKMAM: I see you have cold hands!
Y: Oh. Yeah. It is a bit cold!
FKMAM: I don't know how you do it without gloves!
Y: I've been meaning to get some. Mumble.
FKMAM: I ride so much, I've got three pairs, thin, medium and these ones. I look out the window each morning and decide which ones to wear.
FKMAM: It's also good if you fall off cause otherwise you'll take all the skin off your palms.
Y: Oh yes.
FKMAM: You should get some.
FKMAM: Promise me you really will. It sounds like you're just saying you will.
Y: *watching desperately for light to change* OK, OK!