I stopped by my regular pizza restaurant on the way home from my morning shift at work today. I was planning an early lunch. Luckily for me, I had called ahead. The restaurant crew and other customers, however, were not spared from the inferno affect that I received when I stepped inside. The temperature of the restaurant was very hot and it smelled like a garlic factory. As I waited in line to pick up my blessed to go order, I couldn’t help but notice the crew staff in the kitchen next to the ovens. They looked as if they had walked through the desert and back. I immediately felt guilty about not only adding to the unbearably steaming room temperature by ordering a hot oven-baked brick pizza, but also by my taking the pizza and leaving them suffering in this sweltering heat. It is my norm to chat with the restaurant proprietor while I await my order, but today he was nowhere around. I then spot him coming inside through the back door. I inquire of the heat and am told that a repair was scheduled hours ago and now he can’t contact the technician for an update. I immediately contact my HVAC provider. The business had recently repaired my heater and I still had the technician’s card in my pocket. As it happened, he knew exactly what restaurant I was melting in, was nearby and was on his own lunch break. He contacted his boss and was sent on over. The air conditioning repair may have begun later than had been anticipated but at least was now on track for getting the restaurant ready for the evening crowd. My HVAC technician arrived soon thereafter and had the building cooling and comfortable by early dinner time.