Man's Worst Creation — Personal
Air conditioning. Why people? WHY? Is it too much to ask that we enjoy what few days we have of actual heat? But here I sit, inside my coolant hell while I spy all of the passersby out in the 90 degree heat and I ENVY THEM. I've been waiting all summer for the kind of weather that would make me sweat. And now that it's here I remain untouched by its scorching beauty. I like being hot. I would live in Hawaii if I could. Scantily dressed and glistening with perspiration 24 hours a day. The gentle breeze of a fan to cool me. The enveloping pleasures of a pool to soothe me. Never having to wear pants again, only strapy sandals and skirts for the rest of my life! I'm totally moving to Florida when I'm old. It's plastic pink flamingos and stucco housing for me, baby! The bitch of it all however is that I don't like the sun all too much. It hurts my eyes and gives me headaches and cancer. Is there an overcast, rainy, unbelievably hot place? I need to go there.
Old man "SOL"......don't forget about the vitamin D, sunglasses and sunbloc 50. Tan me up and pour me another Margareta; Don Julio please, and while we're at it lets toast a Cuban Romeo and Julietta. Got to love the heat.
This coming from the man who blasts the air in his condo and keeps the heat at 65 in the winter.... ;)
Mr. Space wrote:
Florida. 30 years from now. It's a date! I knew we'd be neighbors again one day.
Oh man, Heather and Ethan old together and neighbors... every day would be like an episode of Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner, figuring out new and creative ways to kill each other.
The Husband wrote:
And I would play the part of the ACME trap du jour.
When you guys come back to the TRUE coast, I'll take you back down to the subways when it's been 95 for 2 weeks straight...
BTW, we don't use the AC b/c I'm tryin to save the world, one freon (sp?) molacule at a time....
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