
Isn’t there some old adage that says you can always talk about the weather? Think back to the last time you were seated on an airplane next to someone you’ve never met. Really think about it. Assuming they are not holding a framed lithograph of BBMak, you can only be sure that you have two things in common: you’re both flying to New Jersey, and you both live on planet Earth. And because you both live on planet Earth, something else you have in common is that you are both experiencing the current weather.
That’s why you can always talk about much it’s raining or how hot it is. It’s pretty much the only thing you can talk to anyone about at anytime. You can even talk about it at a funeral, and it would be considered polite conversation—unless of course you said something like: “Hey how ‘bout this heat? It’s making Jeff’s rotten corpse smell terrible.”
Most of the time, though, it’s a safe area of conversation. Maybe a little boring to most people, but safe nonetheless.
So yes, it’s been hot around these parts the last few days. It was around 90 yesterday in
Cupertino AND in the
Sunset District. And apparently, very dry heat and the surrounding grassy hills
join forces to administer the repeated slaps to the face collectively known as severe allergy symptoms. They are not going away any time soon either, so go to Target and get your generic loratidine as soon as you can.
SLAP. (I sneezed.)
Labels: communication, sneezing, weather