Nothing smugger than slightly sweaty hands on a frosty commute while others waiting at the lights are shaking / slapping / blowing on their frost bitten digits.
Agreed. But alas, I usually find myself in the latter category.
One thing I find helpful is stopping for a bit. There’s a bloke who begs near the station on my commute in and we often have a chat for a bit. Usually find my hands have warmed up hugely in that time.
Nothing smugger than slightly sweaty hands on a frosty commute while others waiting at the lights are shaking / slapping / blowing on their frost bitten digits.