I haven’t done one of these Ramble posts for a while, so here ya go. Free of charge.
Cruel (and Unusual) Summer
After several months of below-average temperatures here in Dallas, Summer strode into town today spoiling for a fight. Apparently people had started questioning Summer’s manhood and it therefore felt it need to prove itself. So Summer showed up today, pushing its sleeves up over its bulging biceps, and chewing menacingly on a toothpick.
Even though the official temperature was only about 96 (35.5 C), the digital readout in my car said it was 102 (38.9 C). I tend to believe my car thermometer more than the weather people. I think they take their temperature readings in the break room at NOAA.
And I have no idea what the heat index was today. Once it’s above 100, does it really matter?
Not to THIS reporter, it doesn’t. Cooked is cooked.
Running an Anti-Fever
On a semi-related note, I heard someone comment earlier today that they had measured their temperature because they were feeling a little under the weather. They said they were running a temperature of about 99.5 degrees.
I found myself wondering if it is even possible to accurately measure your body’s temperature when the ambient temperature is higher than the average body’s temperature. It seems to me, that if the ambient temperature is 102 and you stick a thermometer in your mouth, that you will actually end up cooling off the thermometer and causing it to drop down to about 98.6 degrees.
I think for one to accurately measure their body’s temperature on a day like this, they would need to lay down in an air-conditioned room until they become iso-thermal, and then insert a temperature probe into their core.
Sure it would hurt like hell … but at least you’re laying down in an air-conditioned room!
Some people sure do like to complain.
The Cost of Freedom
Yesterday my phone pinged me and when I looked at it, I saw a message from Whataburger saying that my loyalty had paid off and that they were sending me a coupon for a free Whataburger. All I had to do was purchase a medium drink and medium French fries.
How could I pass up a free hamburger?
So I eschewed my usual salad that I have for lunch and ventured to my local Whataburger.
“I will take one free Whataburger, my good man,” I said confidently and with a slight British accent, waving my digital coupon about airily.
He was only too happy to oblige and rang up my free burger, and my non-free fries and soft drink.
I was shocked (SHOCKED!) when my bill came to a little over five dollars! My usual bill for eating at Whataburger is usually only about three dollars. But that is for the small burger, the small fries, and nothing to drink.
So my free burger ended up costing me two dollars more than I would ordinarily spend for lunch. That’s because they suckered me into buying a larger fries that I want (or need) and larger soft drink than anyone could possibly drink in the course of a day.
Well played, Whataburger. Well played.