Heat it Up

So first of all, it's damn hot. I had to go to the bank today, (without mentioning names), though they claim to be all local and down with all customs, and thus enjoyed a nice drive around the bank vicinity for a good 45 minutes, just cruising, looking at fellow cruisers, prowling for parking. I finally managed to find a spot nearby, (almost 37 kilometers away), and I have to say, walking in the bloody heat in your suit sucks. Like bad. The weather service plugs today at a high of 41C, which sounds about the right temperature at which the sun was pointed at my head this afternoon. And it's only the begining of summer . . .

I don't even want to get started on the morons at the bank. I believe the interview and entry process goes something like this:

Bank: Hello, welcome to your interview.
Applicant: Bleh.
Bank: Do you posses any mathematical skills, or have experience in finance?
Applicant: Me like the number seven. It sounds nice. Seven.
Bank: Do you have good logical reasoning ability?
Applicant: Me like cheese.
Bank: What would you do when a customer needs service and additional information?
Applicant: Counter closed.
Bank: You're hired!
Applicant: Seven cheeses.