If
I were the Wicked Witch of the West, I’d be a puddle right now. I’m sort of a puddle, anyway. Even the air conditioning isn’t totally
killing the humidity and soaring temperatures.
By the way, West misspelled is Wets, which is kind of ironic for the
witch.
I
have several friends who’ve already taken their air conditioners out of the
windows. Crazy friends, I guess you
could call them. I mean, this is New
England. The weather does whatever the
frig it feels like around here.
But,
truly, I’m melting. The fan I have
blowing on me right now is just rearranging the sweat droplets. Outside it’s even worse. At school last week, it was damn near deadly.
I
went shopping this morning with a pal, and I wanted to get fans on sale, fans
to take to school with me. None were on
sale. However, a teeny desk fan was
stuck in with the summer sale items, listed at 75% off. I brought it to the register, and, when the
cashier rang it in, I said, “If it’s not on sale for 75% off, then I don’t want
it,” and I explained how the entire display was sitting right in the midst of
the summer sale stuff.
“I
just want to get rid of these,” she smiled, then she rang in -75%, and just
like that I got a desk fan for $3 and change.
If it’s still too hot inside the building on Monday, which it may be because
once a building like that gets hot, it takes days to cool it down, at least I
can have my little desk fan blow the sweat around on my face.
It’s
almost fall, and pretty soon I can bitch about how cold I am, but right now I
just want to say, “I’m melting.”
