Bad experience at the restaurant

A few years ago, a single of our gal pals set myself and others up on a blind date with a few of her friends.

She showed myself and others her picture, particularly handsome! She and I were tied up to meet at the coolest modern eating establishment in town “cool” is not how I would’ve described it if it was up to me, more on that other side of the spectrum.

I was an uneasy wreck; I couldn’t figure out what to wear, although I finally settled on a light gray dress. When I got to the eating establishment- 30 minutes early, yikes! – the first thing I observed was how damn warm it was inside. I looked at their control unit; it was set to 60 degrees however there was no way that it was 60 degrees in that eating establishment. What was wrong with their air conditioner? I could feel my sweat building up, I tugged on our dress to cool off, however it was no use. Any smart person knows that light gray dress + busted cooling system = pit stains. When our date arrived, she was wearing a sports coat—which she had removed by the time we’d reached our table. We were sat right beneath a vent that was pumping out tepid air. “What’s going on with their cooling system?” our date finally asked. “I have no idea,” I replied. “How about the two of us get out of here?” she offered, “Let’s go someplace where we’re not eating in a furnace.” I was so excited to get the hell out of there that I nearly sprinted out the door. In case you were wondering, that hunky date is now our partner and our child just finished getting certified to become an Heating and A/C professional. Coincidence? Most likely.



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