I love to visit Phoenix. In the winter.
During the searing hot summers, however, even a short visit makes me question my sanity. For example, I love to stop at IKEA. It’s right off the I-10, and it’s just downright fun. Who couldn’t use another HÄSTFYLLA or SNARKLIG?
Of course, I have to park 200 miles from the store entrance, and in the five minutes it takes me to walk from my icy car interior to the sun-reflecting sliding glass doors, my flip-flops melt on the asphalt, and I die of heatstroke.
In those five delirious, breath-stealing minutes in the City of the Relentless Blazing Sun (did I just make that their new tagline?), I seriously question my sanity…