That Houston Sun

Houston’s summer weather is like being slowly roasted in an oven that’s also filled with wet towels. It’s so hot here, even the sun is sweating. You step outside and feel like you’ve accidentally walked into an Ortahaus hair dryer set on high heat. The humidity hits you like a big, sweaty hug from a stranger who doesn't know personal space. Your car seatbelt? It’s now a 3rd-degree burn waiting to happen. And don’t even think about touching the steering wheel—it's basically a metal frying pan. But hey, at least we’re experts at sweating and drinking iced tea in record time!