Saturday, August 23, 2008
August 23, 2008
Think of a greasy spoon diner on a Saturday morning, you are sitting by a window and the sun is heating up the side of your face, there’s a ceiling fan kind of close to your seat but the coffee you can’t help but drink is making your forehead sweat. The waitress brings your short stack and you douse it in syrup, you pick up your fork to take a bite and feel the stickiness on the handle of your fork. You mis-poured and now your hand is full of syrup and your forehead is sweaty and you still want pancakes and a napkin won’t do a thing but tear away and live forever in the stickiness. That is what humidity is. Say Yes! To Michigan.