Partly Cloudy, 64°
Ok, let’s face it: It’s hot, it’s unpleasant, and the door to this enormous microwave won’t open no matter how hard I push. But as bad as it is, it could be worse! This is just a dry heat—there’s almost no humidity to speak of! I’ve lived in a lot of hot places: I grew up in Arizona, moved to Florida for college, and now I’m inside of a giant microwave from which I cannot escape. Safe to say, I know heat! And I also know that neither the blazing sun of Arizona nor the electromagnetic radiation of this giant microwave hold a candle to the 90% humidity of a Floridian summer!
Y’know how humid heat works, right? The wetness in the air makes it so that your sweat can’t evaporate, and then you can’t cool off. Air sticks to you like glue, and it feels like you’re breathing through a blanket. It’s the worst, happens all the time down South. Not here though. All the moisture is kept out by the silicone seal around the door that also prevents me from squeezing through the cracks to escape. Dry as a bone in here, just the way I like it.
As I am writing this, I think the microwave’s power level just went up by 10%. Phew, we’re really in deep now, aren’t we? Well, complaining about it isn’t gonna make it cooler. You just gotta make the best out of a bad situation and count your blessings. For example, I’m glad that I’m stuck in a big microwave and not in a gargantuan steaming basket. Can you imagine all this heat, PLUS humidity? Now that would suck. Just the thought of it gives me flashbacks of Florida. Yuck, glad this is just a dry heat.
