There’s nothing quite like an August in Kansas.

You can’t walk a block without sweat beads trickling down your back, making you wonder if you even took a shower. Opening a car door at mid-day is like stepping into a preheated oven, a suffocating blast of heat hitting you in the face. Then you curse those leather-covered car seats that burn your legs and the roasting steering wheel you can’t touch.

Temperatures are now dropping to the 90s after four days of 100-plus-degree temperatures. But the numbers don’t really matter, because it’s still hot.

We hit the pavement that your dog doesn’t even want to walk on to ask people to finish this sentence: “It’s so hot …”