Perhaps I’m too young to remember. Or perhaps I’ve never had a car that tells me just how stinking hot it is outside. Either way, IT’S STINKING HOT OUTSIDE.
I realize it is summer. I understand a little about the angle of the sun as it shines against the earth’s surface. I get that we’re experiencing global warming. I’ve figured out that Indiana in July is hot.
People stop me in the halls and say, “Man, it’s hot out there.” To which I reply, “Yes, it is.” And that’s the full extent of our ability to communicate intelligently about this matter because we are simply unable to wrap our brains around the idea that it is STINKING HOT OUTSIDE.