It was 90 degrees here today

Good garsh, it was 90 degrees here today. And a rare lunch date with Kate at Central Market was nearly sullied when a bird pooped dangerously close to my sandwich. After examining the splatter pattern, I decided to go ahead and finish my sandwich because I didn't think a traceable amount of poop could have hit my sandwich. Even if it did, I wasn't about to go buy another sandwich because I'm cheap. And I'm hot, because good garsh, it was 90 degrees here today.