A favorite line from Seinfeld, but unfortunately also oh-so-true this week in Seattle. I’ve been sleeping downstairs all week … and thank goodness things have cooled off today. Yesterday, I had the most horrible heated bus experience ever. I got on the #10 downtown, and had to get off w/in two stops because the heat was unbearable. Everything I touched was warm and I was hopeful a cooler bus would come along, or maybe one with A/C.
Alas, it didn’t happen. So I got on a #43, thinking that at least it would get me closer to home and that it probably couldn’t be that bad. But it was. And there was a crying baby on board to boot. Poor kid. I just kept hoping the mom would decide to get off the bus and take the kid inside to enjoy some A/C in a store, or a wading pool. Seriously. Of course I don’t have kids, so it’s easy for me to judge.
It did eventually cool off a bit last night, but when I went to bed last night, I really wanted to cry. Thank goodness the SLU office is cool and we aren’t in the old digs. Now I’m even wondering if I need to get a little portable air conditioner for my new place.
But before I start thinking about even more new purchases, it’s cooler out tonight and should be through the weekend. Small miracles, but they make us all happy in Seattle.