A few summers ago, I took a trip to the coast with a friend… She grew up in the area, and wanted to take me to his number one steakhouse, claiming that they had the best clam chowder she’d ever had, but when my buddy and I arrived at the steakhouse for lunch one night, the hostess’s makeup was practically melting off of his face, and his pained smile was haloed by a sheen of moisture on his upper lip.
“Good night, ladies,” he said.
“Unfortunately, we’re having a bit of a problem with our cooling system system, however if you can handle it, you’re more than welcome to stay and dine with us.” I wasn’t gleeful about resting in a sweltering steakhouse while the cooling system was down, however my acquaintance begged me to stay and try to chowder; I reluctantly agreed, and my buddy and I took our seats at a high-top; I had hoped that the high-top would get our heads closer to the vents, where the fan was blowing lukewarm air for circulation, then after our appetizer, the server noticed my perspiring and apologized: “Our Heating and Air Conditioning corporation is in the attic now! She says that our cooling system unit is having a condensation problem.” “So am I,” I responded, fanning my damp forehead. I tried to order a chilled gazpacho soup, however my acquaintance stopped me halfway through my order. “She’ll have the chowder, and you won’t regret it!” I didn’t contest, although I was dreading eating sizzling soup in a steakhouse without a working cooling system. I eventually laid eyeah on a sizzling Heating and Air Conditioning corporation, who was defeatedly shaking his head while speaking to the hostess. When my chowder came, I assume my body temperature climbed another ten degrees. While the chowder was delicious, I would have preferred it with a side of cooling system!