(More anniversary party stuff.)
As I mentioned last time, we went on this trip through the deep south in the middle of summer with no air conditioning. Normally, that's not so bad, because you can always roll the windows down.
Unfortunately, my dad had the brilliant idea to go on one of those drive-through safari's, where you drive through a park full of lions and tigers and bears that aren't in cages, just roaming freely. The only thing between the predatory animal and a delicious tourist smorgasbord is a rolled-up window.
So, we sat there simmering in our own juices for about as long as it takes to roast a turkey. When the heat stroke settled in and I started to hallucinate, I realized we had a dubious choice: either roll the window down to let a breeze in and risk death by pointy teeth, or leave the window rolled up and bake to death. Luckily, I was too weak from dehydration to move the window handle, and I passed out.