How hot is it?

In preparation for his trip to New York, my friend Bruce asked me about the weather.

"It's the kind of heat," I said, "that when you step outside all you can say is "Fuck."

"When I lived on the east coast," Bruce recalled, "there were nights so hot, I'd take a shower, wrap myself in a sheet, get on the bed and pray I'd fall asleep before the sheet dried.