A couple days ago I was talking to a friend from my hometown who's about to leave on vacation for Florida.
"It's going to be 80 degrees when we get there," he enthused.
I replied, "You shoulda gone two weeks ago, when it was 10 degrees here."
He said, somewhat glumly, "Yeah I know." Then he brightened up. "But it's supposed to get down to 30 here again on Monday."
I know exactly how he feels.
Whenever I'm on vacation, I like to check the weather back home, and I always find myself hoping it's miserable. I could say I'm hoping for that just so that I could feel I was getting my money's worth from my vacation. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit to an element of schadenfreude.