My last beach vacation day went a lot like this. I got there, rented a lounge chair, carried the burdensome weight trudging through the shifting sand down to a suitable location away from anyone else. Unfolded said chair confusedly, it had a sun shade attachment that was supposed to, like, hover over your head, but mine kept slipping and just whamming me in the face. Including every time I tried to sit up, it’d get a nice whack to the forehead from the metal rod.

I tried to read, but the blinding sun made the pages just a tad darker than it’s surface. It was so hot, that it took deliberate effort to calm myself to the point where I wasn’t just sweating, and panting the heat away.

Took all of about an hour until I was officially “over it.”