How come it never fails, on an excessively hot and humid day like today, for some old man to walk up to me and ask, "is it hot enough for you, today?"

And I really just want to say, "no, I actually prefer it about 10 degrees hotter, so I could LITERALLY fry a fucking egg on my bald head."

Yeah, it's like Spike Lee, race riot hot in New York City today.