‘I have to say this; get it off my chest once and for all. I really, really hate it‚ yes I said hate and I do mean to use that word; what was I saying?
Ah thats right; I hate it when one is standing at the bus stop with sweltering heat melting ones soul out through ones asshole. Emotions are barely under control tears are brimming when some some idiot, employing a know it all macho tone, says:
“Hot Enough for ya?”
Yes! it bloody well is hot enough you insufferable moron! I am happy, satisfied, replete even with joy at the upswing in temperatures. I love it! Could not have come at a better time for me. Indeed sir If you were gratuitous enough to offer me a further leap in degrees I would have to decline cos this, my simple friend, is hot enough for me, yes for me. I dont know about you but then I couldn’t give a fuck about anything you think.
It is an annoying way to open a conversation, even more so when the querent has no intention of taking his inquisition any further. So if you drive by a bus stop and see someone laying on the ground clutching a bloodied nose; don’t stop, he deserves his agony.