Uncool

Supposedly we as humans are built for these high temperatures; our lives aren't. The Pike Place Market was going through ice for its food stalls like a glacier gone to melt, something like six tons by mid-afternoon. Its ice machine was struggling. Our nearby farmers' market wasn't as populous as usual, with vendors or customers. The fish people did not show, throwing us into fresh and smoked salmon deficiency. All we could do to cope was head out for a little sushi.