I take a bus to work and I'm usually happy that I do. However, sometimes the bus has to be rerouted for festivals or construction and the like. Usually, I just roll with it. However, when it is a hot day like today, I am not so keen on that added long walk. Today is a intense summer day in the heart of the Midwest and that ain't good.
How that translates is the humidity level and the temperature are the same. For instance, the temperature is expected to top out at 95 degrees and the humidity already ahead of that. As I prefer to arrive at my workplace sans cascading head sweat, days like these are never on my wish list. My workaround for such experiences is ducking into places with really good air-conditioning such as a empty coffee shop, office building lobby, or police station (which really are surprisingly well air-conditioned). These brief respites are tantamount to getting from here to there either just damp or soggy-drenched.
Also, I stay in the shade as much as possible. Keeping the sun from igniting my pasty, bald pate is preventative of the skin cancer that is likely to happen anyway. My creeping down the street, ducking into buildings, and staying out of the light may appear to some that I am a vampire out after my bedtime, but I don't care. Again, me covered in a slimy layer of summer sweat is not doing the public a service either and having growths lasered off my head is not part of the dream either.
While the dog days of summer are just about here, this hound is doing his utmost to avoid heat stroke. To the city officials and others who plan festivals, I hold no umbrage toward you, but wish that you would bear in mind that the farther I have to walk in the heat of summer, the less likely it is that I will go to the event you have so carefully planned. Come to think of it, why would you want me there anyway? Who needs the Creature from the Black Lagoon ruining the party?
How that translates is the humidity level and the temperature are the same. For instance, the temperature is expected to top out at 95 degrees and the humidity already ahead of that. As I prefer to arrive at my workplace sans cascading head sweat, days like these are never on my wish list. My workaround for such experiences is ducking into places with really good air-conditioning such as a empty coffee shop, office building lobby, or police station (which really are surprisingly well air-conditioned). These brief respites are tantamount to getting from here to there either just damp or soggy-drenched.
Also, I stay in the shade as much as possible. Keeping the sun from igniting my pasty, bald pate is preventative of the skin cancer that is likely to happen anyway. My creeping down the street, ducking into buildings, and staying out of the light may appear to some that I am a vampire out after my bedtime, but I don't care. Again, me covered in a slimy layer of summer sweat is not doing the public a service either and having growths lasered off my head is not part of the dream either.
While the dog days of summer are just about here, this hound is doing his utmost to avoid heat stroke. To the city officials and others who plan festivals, I hold no umbrage toward you, but wish that you would bear in mind that the farther I have to walk in the heat of summer, the less likely it is that I will go to the event you have so carefully planned. Come to think of it, why would you want me there anyway? Who needs the Creature from the Black Lagoon ruining the party?
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