The backstory: JT and I were in a cab with my parents (aka, the Homey Gs, a nickname courtesy of my nephew S), headed from the Seattle port to the Sea-Tac airport. We struck up a conversation with our taxi driver, Ahmed, and, as these conversations often do, we turned to the topic of weather.
Ahmed the Cabbie: Where are you headed?
Homey G'pa: To central California. It will be hot when we get home.
Ahmed: How hot?
Homey G'pa: Well, probably in the 100s, maybe up to 105 by the end of the week.
Ahmed: 105? Jesus Christ!
And at that, we all burst into laughter. Really, what else is there to say about 105 degrees?
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