When Groucho Marx was on his deathbed, and a nurse came around with a thermometer, explaining that she wanted to see if he had a
temperature, he responded, "Don't be silly—everybody has a
temperature."
Knowing you live in the same city as me is like knowing the pantry's stocked, or that the river's there, if I want it, even if I can't see it, even if I'm just sitting at my desk.