As I pile into our minivan plus drive towards labor everyday, I swear at the sun gods plus ask how it can be so ungodly tepid plus humid.
I basically wave our fist in the air plus curse the sun as it beats down on meâ€¦ For those twenty tenths that I’m walking in between the front door plus the car, I assume like I’m in hell.
When I get into the car, it’s just as ungodly hot, except in a much more physically permanent way. The seat buckle is branded into our body as the tepid metal makes contact through layers of clothing or straight on our bare skin. The car seat burns our legs plus I squirm to get our butt off the skillet. I crank the Ac plus wait impatiently as the cool air begins to slowly flow towards me. It feels like a whisper at first, but eventually starts blowing against our tepid chest just in time to give myself and others drastic dry coughing fits, then great, I know to myself, AC is ruining our life plus so is the sun. When I get to work, everything is just as bad. The AC in our office is cranked up high, plus I shiver all morning long. I hate the amount of cold air they pump into our tiny granite laptop room. I can’t stand how our fingers plus toes go numb plus our clothing gets stiff with dried sweat. On our way apartment at the end of the morning, I see dozens of construction workers standing in the mid morning sun. That’s when it hits myself and others – these people have been working in the sun all morning long. While I bitch plus complain about the sun plus AC levels, they’ve been perspiring in 100 degree heat. Maybe it’s time I get away from the new world for a minute.