We had a heat advisory today, and the mercury soared up to 97 degrees Fahrenheit during the mid-afternoon (in metric terms, that would be 36 degrees Celsius), so naturally, I decided to do a linguistic experiment, to wit:
Are idioms based on reality, or are they hyst hyperbole and metaphor?
The egg I cracked onto the pavement is now fried. It had a weird texture - sort of like glass or lucite - but it's thoroughly cooked.
Gotta love heat waves.