When my dad was sick in the last stages of cancer he was hospitalized in Ennis Montana, where my parents had their summer home (only it was January). He was very close to dying, on almost totally liquid nutrition. He asked for a slurpee. I was not going to deny him, but it was sunny, clear....and 10 degrees. I went trudging across the street in my parka with little hope of a slurpee. Imagine my surprise to find the slurpee machine up and running! I commented on it as I paid for it, and the guy behind the counter told me that they had turned it on "because of the heat wave". He was serious.
It is all what you are used to.