Eye Candy.

It was the MOTHER of all Mondays. Bad day all around with stories falling apart, equipment breaking, etc.  What didn't help was the 115 degree heat index. Everything gets worse when you're pitting out a shirt. They say "excessive heat warning" around here so much, it should really be turned into a drinking game. This heat makes Hell feel like a beach with a nice sea breeze. 

Anyway.

We were driving back to the station after sweating it out in an attic (yes, the only story that worked out that day landed me in a un-air conditioned attic for 2 hours).  And then EVERYTHING CHANGED.

Karma righted itself, the stars aligned, and the heavens opened up and delivered this sight for sore eyes and dejected reporters. I give you the male midriff:

I would like to thank my photographer who alerted me to the overly confident male ahead. I immediately told him to slow the car to a slightly-faster-than-stalker-crawl so I could snap a pic.  This had to be shared.

I don't know why this male model in the making turned my frown upside down so quickly, but it was magical.  Sure I finished my story that day, but I must say a good chunk of time was spent dissecting this sweaty nugget of brilliance.  Midriff or tube top? Tube socks, really? Is that hat necessary? Are those gym teacher shorts? Where was he going? How will he explain that tan line? Is that a Huffy?

I know this hot bod on wheels will never know the joy he gave me that day, but I would just like to take this moment to thank him. Thank you creepy man for flying your freak flag. You did something that usually only free food and pictures of ourselves can do. You made a reporter smile.