It Feels Like Summer to Me: What in the Wide World of Sports is Goin' On Here?

This evening, was flippin hot, so naturally, we all jumped (literally) into the convertible, I convinced myself that I could play the ukulele, and brought it into Nob Hill Foods, singing up and down the aisles about Rubix cubes and fruit. We got to the check out, and the cashier shared with us, in her Southern drawl,
"Why, I just loove to be serenaded!" And when we apologized for the disturbance, she insisted that I continue.

What can I say, I'm a natural. (The previous statement is actually quite humorous, simply because I have no clue how to play the ukulele, and I just randomly strum until I hit something that sounds acceptable.)

Anyways, by now it's about 10 o'clock, we've finished dinner, and decide to go swimming in the community pool. The gate is locked, so we hop the fence, and I continue my attempts at musicality while my crazy friends swim in the frigid waters. Then we leave. I continue to play the ukulele, now having learned two chords... Then I drive home.

On the way home, a man is standing in the middle of the street. I considered stopping to see if he's okay, however, I just recently watched Silence of the Lambs, and I'm not completely in the mood to be forced into a sketchy van, taken to some psychopath's home, thrown into a well, starved, and then skinned alive....so I kept driving.

Then I got home and walked into the screen, something that I will surely do at least 48 times this summer.

Hey there Summer, whatcha doin' comin' so soon?