Humans die in hot cars
It was an incredibly hot day, too hot for some and definitely too hot for this unlucky fella. We’d already been in the car for about 7 hours by this point and it didn’t look like we were going to reach our destination any time soon. Tony, the poor soul in question, had been in the back seat sat next to Daisy for all of those 7 sweaty hours and I really wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I could recognise the anguish it was causing him as she was droning interminably on about her cats and had been ever since we’d left the city.
We’d all been there before but none of us chose to be the good samaritan and help him out. It was just too hot to be getting involved so we all just kept our eyes averted. In the end it got to much for him and he wound down the window and, for a second, I thought he was going to make a leap for it – but he didn’t. Instead he leaned out the window with his face in the air stream just like a dog being taken for a ride. The smile on his face as the wind make it impossible to her relentless chater about her cats was enough for me.