Water Parks

I was at lunch with Libby the other day, on a break from our Saturday
work shifts. She had just come from a water park. It's miserably hot
here, anywhere you go.

She grumbled about it, "Ugh. I'm convinced hell is a giant American water park."

Well said. I am already behaving better to avoid my watery, hot
miserable fate surrounded by people wearing bikinis they shouldn't be
wearing.