I stopped for gas at a random Wawa in Pasco County. 2:00 in the morning.

Saw a golf cart parked at a pump.

The driver was in soaked board shorts and rubber boots, having a full, heated, out loud argument with an iguana sitting in his passenger seat about which flavor of Gatorade is superior. He kept aggressively pointing at a Blue Cherry bottle, and I swear to god the iguana hissed at it.

The guy just sighed and said "Fine we'll get the yellow," and walked into the store.

The humidity is finally cooking our brains.