Yesterday I was driving around town and passed a high school. Out there on the football field, scores of kids were running laps.
The thing about yutes is they’re young. Forgive me for stating the obvious (and for my Brooklyn-ese). But I was just astounded at how bleepin’ hot it was, and how not one of those kids was wearing a camel-bak, constantly slurping down water in hopes of survival.
I, on the other hand, watched them for about 15 seconds and needed to pull over for an emergency iced tea, before I fainted from the vapors.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. That heat is mighty good to a gal who has no pool heater. Word.