It was 105°F on a Friday afternoon when I was waiting for the Metro to arrive. It was extra late than usual because of technical difficulties (Hooray! More suffering), I literally felt like my skin was roasting, it's like those kind of heat where you're not actually sweating but it's just so hot you feel like you're going to get 2nd degree burns out of it.

15 minutes later, the metro cart (train) arrives and my sister and I sighed of relief feeling esthetic that in about just a few seconds this metro cart is going to open its door releasing a cool blast of air conditioned air to the environment. *Door opens* No cooling air released. Thinking to myself (Oh, I guess it's just too freaking hot that the hot air just sucked the life out of the cool air. Ugghh). Whatever, I enter the cart and WHOOSH even hotter air is blown to my face! What the freak? I thought I was going to escape this hell hole? I had no choice but to accept the harsh truth that I will have to endure even a hotter climate.

I sat down, looked around and saw people were grumbling to themselves about the metro cart. This guy that was standing in front of me kept fanning his shirt in hopes that he'd cool down (I don't think he did). As I was sitting down, I imagined myself what if I had 13 stops as usual, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead. I was thanking god I only had one stop that day.

I finally got out and I almost knelt to the ground thanking the lord that I finally arrived because that metro cart literally felt like someone put on the heater during the 105°F weather! It was pure suffering, but I made it. *sigh*

Damn it's still hot!