West coast summers tend to produce confusion due to our fierce resistance to heat, which challenges our ability to think. Those migrants to the ocean side forgo all caution to sun induced melanoma, allowing bronzing of bodies to seduce the bathers into unconscious pheromone production, thus greatly reducing their use of common sense.
Those of us that must work during the day endure un-air conditioned workplaces, unless the workplace is fortified by foreign thinking owners and landlords that install the cooling systems appropriate to their original heat producing climates. I know some people that enter and remain in malls just for the pleasure of walking in the artificially cooled facility. Shopping is optional.
Whether it is the leisurely beach site or to the work-a-world, driving to and from a destination is a test of any nemesis' retribution. We speed and weave to reach a light, hovering at intersections with elevated pulses, brows dripping while we bake from direct exposure. No matter how fast we navigate to the next red, it takes the same time as our speedy counterparts. We catch up with them in a block or so, or advance while the rear becomes annoyingly close to our bumpers. While we survey the start of the light race, windows circulate fume infused air, saturated with the perspiration from the adjacent car's occupants. We whisk on the the next light, deftly avoiding the stunned and delirious drivers that can alter our lifestyle between point A & B with an altercation produced by smidgen of road rage. Honking away the stupidity will not reduce the heat induced anger. No matter how cleverly polite or gracious our driving, no matter how disturbed our road mates, or how feverish the air we all breath, we always share the same dilemma. It takes as long as it takes to get where we are going. Summer or not, the distances will not alter. We cannot control the weather. We can cool down our freakish need to speed between those pesky lights. Let the rendezvous take place!
