The summer after I graduated high school I began working for a painter. It wasn't an easy job because, let's face it, no job in the construction industry during an Arizona summer is easy.
This was also the summer when, for a few weeks, the air conditioning in my truck refused to function.
During those hellish weeks, I remember driving home one night from a jobsite. With my windows down, I slowed to a stop at a red light. A man in a car pulled up next to me. His windows were down too. I looked over and our eyes met.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I replied.
"Yeah." I wasn't in the habit of conversing with strangers at stoplights.
"I'm from back East so I'm not used to this heat," he continued.
Curiosity got the best of me and I love geography so I inquired, "Where are you from?"
The light turned green and he drove away.