The most humid place I ever lived until eighteen was Vermont. Later on when visiting my folks there, their tiny bathroom with a shower was practically useless. Keyword: towels! Getting out of the shower you could dry off but it did not last; no air conditioners those years and you came out as wet and hot as you went in. Then at nineteen I moved to Houston, TX and as Fandango’s already stated, it was hotter and more humid than VT! The only tolerable outside patio times were late fall. Going to work, you melted on the car seat and the car’s air conditioner never got cool. So it was the unpleasant days of pantyhose and non cotton fabrics that made it really tolerable—not! Does anyone use the —not phrase anymore? Well you can tell by my words above it was the sixties and seventies era.
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The Bag Lady 
Heat and humidity together are a very unpleasant combination
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That’s at least two votes for Houston!
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