You people know I'm a big baby when it comes to the heat, so of course I was shitting myself
while reading this:
Much of the United States is trapped under a heat "dome" caused by a huge area of high pressure that's compressing hot, moist air beneath it, leading to miserable temperatures in the mid-90s to low 100s and heat-index levels well above 100 degrees.
Fucking hell. Brutal. Meanwhile, we've all passed dudes working out on the street on days like this and felt terrible for them, so I braced myself for a few examples in the article, and got this:
"It's hot no matter what you're doing or where you are," said Tim Prader, a 50-year-old construction worker who was taking a break Tuesday at a job site in St. Louis. Although his huge Caterpillar excavator has air conditioning, he couldn't entirely escape. "When you're done for the day, you're ready to eat, drink and hit the couch."
What? What the - all the construction workers you could've picked, and you pick the one who spends his days in air conditioning? What the fuck? We're supposed to feel bad because he might be slightly uncomfortable when he's "hitting the couch"?
(where, I'm guessing, he has a/c) Isn't this like writing about the tragedy of small dicks, and your one interview is with John Holmes?
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