We're sitting on the tarmac in Toronto. It's minus 38C. On a related note, I've found religion in the last five minutes and will now be doing some hardcore calls to the Big Guy to get this bird off the ground.
There should not be a 70 degree difference anywhere or at anytime in the world.
It's now minus 39C and I've decided to go in another direction and start practising the dark arts. The flight attendants seem a little irritated by the pentagram of fire I've constructed in the aisle. They'll thank me when the door opens in Oranjestad. If I could just find some bat blood....