Florida in the Summer is so positively soul-consuming hot, no one knows what in god's name to do with themselves. One looks outside. One is thinking about how hot it is outside, and it makes that one melt onto their airconditioned floor in absolute exhaustion. Retreat into the curtained, airconditioned, boxed room. Retreat! RETREAT! One is sitting on her bed, feet in the air, considering her belly button.

Predicament

Abstract Suzie is conflicted. It should first be mentioned that Abstract Suzie is a romantic environmentalist. She is deciding whether she should be on time to work, or whether she should take the metro; work ethic or ethic. Work ethic? Ethic?
Abstract Suzie's blood pressure is rising.
If she takes the metro, she might get caught in a thunderstorm again, and she will absolutely not get caught in a fucking thunderstorm again. It is also hot. She is hot. Abstract Suzie is freaking out. Ruefully, she looks down at her rain-proof outfit and decides to take her car. She was going to take the car as to avoid being late; she is fifteen minutes late. She says fuck this, she is taking the fucking metro because Abstract Suzie is the change, not the problem. She is forty-five minutes late. Abstract Suzie descends upon SW 32nd Avenue, she pushes the tiny Cross Walk button, causing thirty commuting cars to stop. Abstract Suzie realizes that she has just completely canceled out her negative carbon footprint.