A very long time ago, a single of my gal pals set me up on a blind date with a single of her friends.
She let me see his picture, very handsome! He plus I were tied up to meet at the coolest current eating establishment in town— “cool” is not how I would’ve described it, more on that later.
I was a complete and total wreck. I couldn’t figure out what to wear, but I finally settled on a light gray dress. When I got to the restaurant about 30 minutes early, yikes! – the first thing I noticed was how hot it was inside. I took a look at their thermostat; it was set to 60 degrees but there was no way that it was 60 degrees in that eating establishment. What was wrong with their a/c? I could feel sweat building up, I tugged on my dress to cool off, but it was no use. Any lady knows that light gray dress + a broken down A/C = a bad look. The moment that my date showed up, he was wearing a sports coat—which he had disliked by the time we’d reached my table. Every one of us were sat right beneath a vent that was pumping out hot air. “What’s the problem with their A/C?” my date finally asked. “I have no idea,” I replied. “How about both of us get out of here?” he gave, “Let’s go somewhere where we’re not eating in a furnace.” I was so happy to get out of there that I nearly sprinted out the door. In case you were wondering, that hunky date is now my spouse plus our child just finished getting certified to become an Heating and A/C worker. Accident? I don’t know.