Duck and Cover

As I prepared to move to Seattle, one of the things that excited me was the mild temperature both in summer and winter. (Although I enjoy extreme cold more than extreme heat) As Indiana crept towards the century mark, Messmann told me of highs in the low 70's. Messmann's a liar, or mother nature hates me; personally I hope it's the former. The beginning of this week Seattle was setting record temperatures, and as many if not most apartments in the area are not equipped with air conditioning people began to panic. I wasn't aware of the extent of the panic till we had the great idea to go to Fry's (If you've never been I can't even begin to explain) and pick up a portable ac. We were debating on the way whether these things even existed, with the logical minds arguing that ac's work by pulling out hot air, so if it sits in the room what could it do. The girl said she knew they existed. Point to Heather; as we left our car an eerie feeling came over us as we noticed every single cart in the parking lot contained a portable ac. I do not exaggerate, or at least not right now.

The feeling only increased as we walking into the store and peered down the 100 cheakout locations and once again saw a sea of ac's. I kid you not the first 40-50 people we saw were pushing these things around. There was a feeding frenzy in the isles as the workers could not bring the units from the back fast enough for them to disappear from the proverbial shelves. For the sake of honesty the others may not have sense the eerie feeling (i almost said "chill in the air" but caught myself) but I did, it felt as though there was an impending doom...flash back to the cold war, natural disasters, or fear of the "big one" when bread disappears from grocery stores and water is stockpiled. I've never been around people who didn't know how to deal with a situation like this. Maybe my imagination is a little bit too active, perhaps we're all doomed.

The cheapest one was $119.00. We went on being hot.