I've got a math problem for you.
Let's say that Jeremy, the fellow in question, rides his bike to and from work every day, a journey of about 6.5 km each direction. Let's say that it usually takes Jeremy about 25 minutes to ride home (east) after work. However! Today was not like the others.
For today, there was a good deal of wind. And rain. And cold. And misery.
So, take into consideration the wind velocity, gusts, driving rain, and wind resistance put up by Jeremy's open mouth as he screams obscenities into the wind, and that makes about a 40 minute trip. That's barely more than it takes to ride TO work, which is almost exclusively uphill. Couple this with the bone-drenching rain and sub-zero "feels like" temperatures and you've got one hell of an excuse to not cook dinner.
"Hi, Panago? Yeah, I'd like to order some pizza...for delivery."
My one consolation is that I didn't have to ride TO work in that mess. Of course, now that I've said that...