The People of Phoenix Are Insane
A few days ago, i had a connecting flight through Phoenix. Since it was a short connecting flight, the plane was small and it didn't pull up directly to the terminal. Instead, it pulled up next to the terminal and the passengers had to deplane onto the tarmac and walk into the terminal.
As we were landing, the pilot said the usual things, then said "...and the current temperature in Phoenix is 115 degrees."
That's right, 115 degrees.
Doubly unfortunate for me and about 10 other passengers, we had to wait on the tarmac for about 10 minutes for the luggage to be removed from the baggage hold.
During that time, i prayed that death would come swiftly... that was when there was no wind.
Then the wind started.
I won't say what that felt like because there are certain situations in which verbal language dimishes the experience. Just know that it was worse than the hot, still air.
The people of Phoenix are insane simply because they live there, in the wicked, evil heat. I understand this is terribly unfair, but the fact remains.
As we were landing, the pilot said the usual things, then said "...and the current temperature in Phoenix is 115 degrees."
That's right, 115 degrees.
Doubly unfortunate for me and about 10 other passengers, we had to wait on the tarmac for about 10 minutes for the luggage to be removed from the baggage hold.
During that time, i prayed that death would come swiftly... that was when there was no wind.
Then the wind started.
I won't say what that felt like because there are certain situations in which verbal language dimishes the experience. Just know that it was worse than the hot, still air.
The people of Phoenix are insane simply because they live there, in the wicked, evil heat. I understand this is terribly unfair, but the fact remains.
posted by Peter at 6:34 AM
2 Comments:
I agree. Phoenix--insane. On the same note, the people of San Diego are also insane. They bitch and whine when the weather is one cloud away from sunny and spectacular. They wrinkle their noses at a rainless yet gloomy weekend. Such wimps. In Chicago one year temperatures hit the 50s during a freak warm front in February and people wore shorts and played tennis outside for a week. This is also insane, but in a much more acceptable way.
It was the same at OSU in Columbus. As soon as the temperature broke into the 50s, someone would invariably be in shorts and a t-shirt on the way to class, usually with most other people looking on in shock.
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