So it turned out that immediately after the wedding, my wife and I rented an apartment in a panel house carefully above the apartment of my parents. On one of the summer evenings we lie down with the newly appeared wife, watching some movie, the time was around 23:00. Even in the evening, but hot, the city is south, the humidity is high. And I have a couple of bottles of cold Miller beer in my refrigerator. Well, I quickly walked into the kitchen, pulled out the bottle, opened it and went back to the bedroom, as there was a phone call. It was my mom who said the following: “Don’t go barefoot, you’ll get a cold!“”