When I left the subway car yesterday morning I was greeted by the pea soup air typical to when it gets really hot in New York. I quickly went up the stairs in anticipation of the relief of the open air outside of the subway. I made it out and the air was EXACTLY the same as it was in the subway. There was absolutely no relief upon exit. Until I got to my office the best I could’ve hoped for was the open door of a store leaking air conditioned air. And no, I did not attempt to cool down with a friend by breathing upon each other. That’s gross.

The line of dialogue that began my thought process for this comic is from the X-Files when Scully is eating a “non-fat tofutti rice dreamsicle” to which Mulder groans and says “I bet the air in my mouth tastes better than that.” (the episode in question being “The Unnatural” which was all about baseball, love and of course, aliens).


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