Stopping by a fast food pizzeria with a broken a/c

The moneyier had beads of sweat dripping down his brow

Recently, I was going to visit a friend’s house 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 suppose I underquoted my need to eat something sizable. At about hour six, I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned on an exit that had a fast food pizzeria I was usual with. It was late afternoon, but for some reason, the drive-thru was congested with cars, so I went inside. I am sorry I did. There was no a/c in that place! 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 genuinely real chance 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 automobile seemed much more preferential than spending another instant in that place! I gave 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 supervisor to simply close the place down instead of forcing the workers to make food and serve people in such terribly tepid conditions!


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