Torrid- oppressively hot
Ex: A torrid streak of weather was threatening to ruin an otherwise perfect family vacation. Up until that point, the trip had been…calm. The usual familial tensions had seemed to melt away with the lapping of the waves on the serene bay shore. But now, as temperatures climbed up into the triple digits, the prospect of doing anything outdoors seemed a treacherous endeavor. It was so sweltering that you could boil a sack of potatoes in an above-ground pool. So hot that you could griddle a jalapeno cornbread on the sidewalk outside of a Liberty Mutual. So blistering that even the Russian anarchists walking around the outdoor shopping mall ditched the Adidas tracksuits in favor of wife beaters. It was fucking WARM. Which meant the Schnitzelmans had nothing to do but sit inside their Airbnb and play one of a handful of shitty board games from the cabinet underneath the dried out sea-star and the outdated, problematic sign telling them to, “Enjoy Summer, it’ll be over before dark Daryl Johnson can do a lap around the wheat field”. The issue the Schnitzelmans had with board games was that Maya was a typical Jewish American princess, and so she couldn’t really handle anything more complicated than candyland, while Reuben was a Magic: The Gathering addict meaning anything less nerdy than Settlers of Catan was a no-go for him. After much debate, they settled on playing Monopoly, but uncle Saul’s career as a predatory Hassidic landlord in Brooklyn gave him an unfair leg up on his competition. When uncle Saul pulled out a little blue Shtetl hut piece from his pocket and tried to place it on top of Marylebone station, claiming he was opening up a Kosher delicatessen outside the railyard and charging anyone that landed on the spot an extra $20 for a liverwurst on rye, Rivka flipped over the board in frustration.