The other week it was mega-hot out, so I spent the evening reading a newspaper out in a park by the lakefront where there was a nice breeze.
On my way home, I stopped through the (Puerto Rican-owned) liquor store to get a bag of potato chips, and when I paid, the guy working said everyone's money that evening had been moist, from the sweat soaking through their pants into their billfolds.
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