Mississippi Snow

Ever ridden in the cold? I mean really cold. "Hell yeah" you say. Well listen to this story about just that. It's about a ride that Houdini took through Mississippi the long way... north to south... in the middle of winter. It was one of those cloudy gray days with a light flurry of snow that couldn't decide wether or not it would stick or just turn to patches of ice on Highway 45 south. The flurries got thick around Meridian. Houdini was wearing all the shirts that he had with him and had struggled to zip up his leather. Just north of Waynesboro the ice that had frozen the zipper on his jacket broke the jacket open. A blast of frozen air shot right through all the flannel shirts underneath along with snowflakes that turned to water and then refroze. When Houdini got to Waynesboro he pulled into a gas station that had been converted into a breakfast/lunch diner. His legs were so cold that he had trouble with the kickstand. He ungloved and wraped his hands around the cylinders. His fingers were still too frozen to manage the D-rings on his flat black helmet and full dark-tinted face shield so he just walked into the "eatery" with wild wind-blown hair and beard that was begining to thaw. There were only two older locals and a waitress in the place. Houdini picked the nearest booth and sat there until his fingers quit stinging enough to get the helmet off. No one said a word. They just stared as if they were expecting him to rob the place or soon be followed by a horde of like beings. It was warm inside but the atmosphere was as cold as the air outside. Well it just so happened that Houdini had retrieved an old leather bound Bible from the trash a week or so before and was attempting to read it cover to cover and this seemed like a good time to get some more reading in. So he reaches through the busted zipper of his leather jacket ( which upset the two locals a little... maybe they thought he really was going to rob the place? ) and pulls out the well-worn Bible and starts to read. In a second or two he's aware of the waitress standing at the table with a pot of coffe and a smile."Are ya cold, Honey?" she says. Houdini answers "Yes Mam". "Well here ya go... this'll help" she says as she pours a cup of black coffe and slids a small plate of biscuts and gravy onto the table. "Where ya goin?" she asks. "Heading to Florida" Houdini replies and the waitress says to be real careful and have a safe trip. She wouldn't give him a ticket for the food so Houdini just left a Five under the plate and said thanks. He gears up and goes out to fire up the panhead. Back on the two-lane highway to Citronel, Alabama  the air temp seemed to rise about 10 degrees and there was no hint of ice or snow and once he got into Florida even his shirts dried out. Is there a moral or some kind of lesson in this story? I'm sure there is. You figure it out.