I’m hot, sweaty, cranky for sure.
Running errands in this heat is not fun when searching forĀ a parking space.
I growl and curse, but finally a space opens.
Inside, I relax and receive practical help, but then I’m outside in the heat again.
Cars jam in the lot before I can escape, then, alas I must wait for a train!
Now I am home and cooling down, but betcha if I’m crossed I’ll still be cranky (Alas, too hot!)
The tone of this poem is refreshing even if the narrator is cranky!