The coldest I have ever been in my life, literally, occurred at Three Rivers Stadium (Pittsburgh, long since torn down).
It was summer, fer gawd's sake, don't remember the date, but it was either July or August, because the conventions in Pittsburgh were always July or August.
Had to travel to Pittsburgh from Sir-town for the convention, so of course only packed clothes for summer.
Was working the food stand. Always got put at the food stand.
Anyways, for some reason, it was unseasonably cold that morning.
Our food stand was directly in front of one of the 4 main "gates" that served as entrances into the stadium.
In addition to the temperatures (in the 40s? below 10 C) being so cold, a fierce wind was blowing....directly from the direction that gate was facing....funneled into the narrow gate....right at the food stand.
Thought I would die.
Somehow (I guess because I was outranked) I got stuck at the coffee urn.
Of course, on such a cold morning, EVERYBODY wanted coffee.
It was maybe a 30 or 40 cup urn, took 5-10 minutes to brew if it was filled up. People were demanding coffee RIGHT NOW, they were in semicircular rows 5 deep, then 8 deep, then 12 deep, they had all paid their "food tickets" and were wanting the coffee they had ordered.
Poor little coffee urn, and me, couldn't keep up. But if you didn't give the people their coffee, the lines just got longer and longer and longer...
I have this foggy memory of freezing cold, fingers stiff, in pain from the wind whipping, in only short sleeves, splashing tan water with a hint of coffee flavoring (as the urn was not done brewing) into styrofoam cup after styrofoam cup, cup after cup after cup after cup after cup after cup....
Good times.