I spent the weekend at Reese's grandparents house in Ventor near Atlantic City, and everything was wonderful--the beach, hot tub, cougars, rice crispie-covered french toast--except that on the hottest day of the year, the Greyhound bus I was on had NO air conditioning during the three hour ride back to NYC. I am not kidding. Some girls started complaining and had men open up the emergency roof exits to circulate air--just thinking about it gives me a headache, but I lived to tell the tale. Trust me, never take Greyhound anywhere.
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