Recently, I was going to visit a friend’s loft a couple states away.
I was trying to make the trip with as few stops as possible.
I decided to only stop for gas and restroom visits. Still, the trip was eight hours, and I assume I underquoted my need to eat something big. At about hour six, I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned on an exit that had a fast food eating establishment I was official with. It was late afternoon, however for some reason, the drive-thru was clogged with cars, so I went inside. I’m sorry I did. There was no cooling system in that location! I had just study on my car’s outside thermometer that it was 98 degrees outside! Were they insane? The workers back behind the counter had nothing more than fans keeping them cool, which were blowing around the stuff in their workspace. The moneyier had beads of sweat dripping down his brow. I thought about the very real opportunity of sweat dripping onto my food from some awful worker back there. I was already starting to sweat and I hadn’t been inside the building for more than two minutes! I contemplated my possibilities in those few seconds that I was ordering, and getting back into the a/c of my vehicle seemed much more preferential than spending another instant in that location! I provided the moneyier a look of sympathy and quietly said I decided I wasn’t hungry after all, and then walked back out the door. I wondered if it wasn’t better for the manager to simply close the location down instead of forcing the workers to make food and serve people in such terribly hot conditions!