Pop That Pussy
It was the middle of August, and one of the hottest days of the summer. In fact, it was just too damn hot for clothes.
I had just gotten off of work and could not wait to get home and relax. On my way home, I had the air conditioner in my car on full blast. Looking out of the front windshield, I could see the hot waves moving through the air. It was steaming outside. The radio and news stations had been broadcasting a heat advisory all day and had deemed the outside conditions to be unsafe for babies and the elderly. Hell, they should have said all human beings because I swear I saw the Devil himself and almost passed out on several occasions.
I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a bag of ice and a bottle of red wine to help me relax and wind down tonight before bedtime. The stores were crowded, and everyone was stocking up on bottled water by the cases. I always kept bottled water at home and in the trunk of my car in case of emergencies, so I was good to go.
As I pulled up to my condo, I pressed the button to open the garage door. Normally I would park in the driveway because I would just run in, change my clothes, and head straight for the gym. But today I parked in the garage; there was no way I was going back out in that heat.