Unless you’re a shut in, you know what it’s like outside. So why is it, in a sea of infinite subject matter, that we find ourselves drawn to talking about the weather? Yes, I’m aware that it’s hotter than a whore in church outside right now. Yes, a swim in the pool would surely be nice. No, I don’t care if you are uncomfortable.
You are not allowed to complain to me because:
1) I’m working
2) I don’t know you
3) If I do know you, I likley don’t care
4) I get to hear too many people vent their frustrations, yours will only increase the chances that I go postal.
If you think it’s too hot, go to a hose and pour water over your head. Or, god forbid, drink water. Complaining to me will only make me hotter.
Boobies.