Back when I was in junior high and heard about the Mexican habit of afternoon siestas, I arrogantly thot that such laziness helped explain why they’d never be as productive as the United States. Then I got off a plane in Phoenix, Arizona — only in August and still hundreds of miles north of Mexico — and got whacked in the face by a hot skillet. And it became clear to me that the natives understood their own weather a lot better than this dumb Wisconsin lad.
Back when I was in junior high and heard about the Mexican habit of afternoon siestas, I arrogantly thot that such laziness helped explain why they’d never be as productive as the United States. Then I got off a plane in Phoenix, Arizona — only in August and still hundreds of miles north of Mexico — and got whacked in the face by a hot skillet. And it became clear to me that the natives understood their own weather a lot better than this dumb Wisconsin lad.