In which Shawna gets her oats

Pretty much everywhere, it's gonna be hot.

The goofy smile, the lackadaisical wave, the air of "who the freak cares". This is a weatherman worn down by his trade. As our protagonist shows us what Sol will bring us on her solar chariot that day, he weathers his own feelings of inadequacy and labored self-assurance, allowing us to peer into his self. From there we can ask the relevant questions: At what point on the scale of morning TV talk show professionalism does one lose all sense of decency? At what point does it all become a big joke?

Probably somewhere around the 3rd toke.

Donna?

"Get me the freak off camera/Where's the craft table?"

Then I don't need a jacket.

Shawna, you ignorant slut. When did you even think you needed a jacket? As you sit pretty near your coffee mug and wax grapes in this air-conditioned studio space, just know that yes, the world outside is much  different from the life of providence you so clearly take for granted. When our protagonist tells you that yes, pretty much everywhere it's gonna be hot, you don't respond with the kind of half-hearted banter appropriate only for strained workplace interactions. You ask him how hot? How long must we suffer this heat? How much pot have you smoked? Our protagonist lives to tell you where it's gonna be hot, and just how sure he is that it will be hot. He doesn't need to be questioned.

"...."

In this pause we may see the cosmos. In this pause we may see within ourselves. The woman has presented our protagonist (and us) with a daring question: Do we need a jacket? The answer, implicit in the initial statement, is no, you do not. But we do not address this. No, we let it simmer. Let it sit. In this pause, time stands still as we all wonder: what will he say?

A-hengh-hengh-hengh-hengh

Bliss.

Thanks, Arthur.

Our hero has a name--an identity--and for once, a purpose. At some point in his report and delayed joke-validation, he provided our two hosts with something of value. They don't see the angst, the hurt, that sits deep inside our protagonist. They see see something greater. A Haitian weatherman, weathering his own storms. And for once, he sees it in himself.