So, I'm walking down the street and I encounter a guy who is suffering the worst case of flop sweat I've seen in some time. He'd taken off his suit jacket, revealing his shirt which was drenched from his armpits, neck, and his stomach. It was only 2 in the afternoon. I sure hope he was on his way home and not back to the office.
On this out-of-doors excursion during my lunch-time, I saw a woman of indeterminate age sauntering along with her shirt pulled {too far} up either because her tummy and breasts {pretty lacy bra} were very, very hot {no, she was not--in that way} or because, well, just because.
And finally, navigating around vigorous bean bag toss game going on in front of a local sports bar, apparently closed for a private party--who thought it a bright idea to extend said party from the enclosed street side patio to the sidewalk--is worst than navigating around the sidewalk diners, waitstaff, and the like.
It too hot to be outside! Unless there is a pool involved. Which there is in my very near future.
ReplyDeleteAh...summertime. When the livin' is easy....
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