Mom bought me a heated coat because I was always cold and worked outside a lot. Before I wore it to work, she told me what she had given me, and I thought it sounded absurd. I was employed by a truck stop. In order to converse with the truck drivers while they refueled, I had the windows down. The most popular items that the truckers bought would frequently be replenished in the freezer or cooler by me. To get numbers for my books, I had to go outside, and the wind sliced through me like butter. I turned on the heat and zipped up my heated coat for the first time. My arms felt the heat first, then it moved up my back and around my chest. I wasn’t expecting the warmth I was feeling. My body stayed warm outside for almost an hour, with the exception of my hands. I told my mother how great the heated coat was when I got home, but I also let her know I had a complaint. No heated gloves were provided. She gave me a cheek kiss and told me to stop whining. After returning home, she lingered in her room for about five minutes. She gave me a pair of thin gloves and reprimanded me for acting like such a baby. The same heat strips that were on my coat were also on my gloves. I was now equipped to withstand the brutal Northeast winter. I wore gloves and a warm outfit. I wonder if heated hats are available as well.