I just finished a terrific snow commute. I don't even need to explain why that's likeable; anyone reading this already knows.
But a few people at work, who should know better, still asked me if I intended to ride home. I said, "Of course! It'll be great!" They looked at me like they just couldn't believe it. Like someone above, kookaburra I think, was describing.
I think they actually believed that the ride was going to be just awful, but that I couldn't bring myself to admit it to them.