Crazy From the Heat
[Background Music: “107 In the Shade” by Alex Bugnon]
On the way home from work today, the readout in my car for the outside temperature read 102 degrees (38.9 C). Earlier I’d looked up the temperature online and it said the heat index was 117 degrees (47.2 C).
If there had been any doubt in anyone’s mind that summer was here, it was removed today. The doubt was literally baked out of them.
This is the time of the year when Dallasites (and Texans in general) become hermits. I mean, honestly, what can you do outside when it feels like 117 degrees? What can you do that won’t kill you or make you wish you were dead? I can’t think of anything. There are no sports, no hobbies, no chores … nothing that I would care to do when it is 117 degrees. Absolutely nothing.
Speaking of bizarre activities, it is not unusual to see people out jogging when it is well over 100 degrees. Jogging! I can only conclude that they are insane. The heat probably made them snap and they just tore off their clothes (luckily they were wearing jogging outfits underneath) and just took off running down the road like madmen. I feel sorry for them. I think the city should drive around in buses and when they see onw of these poor, unfortunate souls, they should get out the tranquilizer gun, tranq them, and put their unconscious bodies in the back of the air conditioned bus to cool off and regain their sanity. Once they’ve regained their senses, they can be set free in a mall or big-box store somewhere where it’s air conditioned.
And, just for science, perhaps they could tag their ears and track their migratory patterns. Since there is science involved, there may be grant money to be had.