There I was in the middle of the Sahara Desert. No water and no shade. Temperature over 130 degrees. So I became a male prostitute. Suddenly, a woman walked by.
I said, “Hey! I’ll do it for twenty bucks!”
She just kept walking.
So I stood there thirsty, sunburned, roasting, broke with a crushed ego. It was just like asking that cheerleader to the prom. Hey! Global warming made me strike out with cheerleaders!