By Johanna B. Stumpf
“Stop complaining,” my wife said. “You brought us here.”
She was right. It was me who had been driving the car on the way to our holiday destination. It was me who had refused to switch drivers even after hours of driving. It was me who had brought us here.
“At least it’s dry,” she added. “Makes the heat almost enjoyable. Like a Finnish sauna.”
It wasn’t so much the heat I minded, but I was too tired of quarreling to speak up. It was the smell I was uncomfortable with. The constant odor of sulfur was just hard to tolerate.
Aha! Got it! I suppose they hadn’t been such nice people once upon a time?
The drippiing sweat blurred the sign just to their left, Welcome to Tucson, Arizona!
Wot the hell???