Hot

It was hot. I'm sure someone with a degree requiring math classes could tell you exactly how hot. For me it was "Pants were a bad idea" hot. I made my way into the station carrying a cup of ice. It had recently been a cup full of iced coffee but in that heat a cold drink doesn't last long. Whoever invented iced coffee needs a Nobel prize, or at the very least a firm handshake. I couldn't imagine having to sip on something hot when the bottom of my shoes were melting and leaving puddles of overpriced rubber on the ground.
I was greeted with a blast of cool air as I entered the station. Hallelujah! For once the Air con was working properly. Tossing my cup 'o ice in the trash bin I said "hi" to a co-worker, as I walked down the hall to the newsroom. I wish I could tell you I was hoping for a simple day, but I wasn't. It was my Friday so I simply just wanted to have a decent end to a hectic week.
Placing my bag down at my desk I heard a sound that haunts my dreams. I wish I could describe to you the sound of a scanner. The horrible screeching as it laughs at you knowing it's about to ruin your day. The call finally comes across that a Tractor Trailer is laying on it's side, across the third busiest road in the state.
I wont lie, I looked around to see if someone else was going to go. I was reminded of Jurassic Park when Dr. Grant stood perfectly still so the T-Rex didn't ruin his night, only this time I was the T-Rex. With a heavy sigh I grabbed a set of keys and gear and set off to find the wreck.
It wasn't hard to miss, an eighty foot long object laying across all three lanes of traffic surrounded by flashing lights. The driver of the rig was nice enough to roll it right near a cross road. The detour provided a perfect shaded parking location. I sat in my news unit with the AC blasting trying to muster up the moxie to step out into the oven like heat. "I should have brought a hat." I muttered as I stepped out of the truck to grab my gear.
Standing on the pavement was damn near hell. I'm pretty sure at one point my shoes caught fire because my feet felt like they were burning. Out of nowhere a firefighter tossed me a bottle of water. He must have seen all the sweat puddling in my viewfinder. I drank it in a single gulp and sweat it back out within a minute.
Call me crazy, but I miss those Sub zero nights...