When someone asks you how hot it is outside

Tempe, Arizona. It checks out.

Never got that hot here, but my dad put a paint bucket that had been sitting in white hot ashes for a night into the trash can and left for work. Not a minute later I walked out with trash to toss and the damn thing was on fire and had melted a hole into the side. I consider my father to be smart, but I have no idea what was going through his head when he did that.

"Ma, the raccoons stole the flamethrower again!"