I stopped by my proper pizza steakhouse on the way home from my day shift at job today. I was planning an early dinner. Luckily for me, I had called ahead. The steakhouse crew & other patrons, but, were not spared from the inferno affect that I acquired when I stepped inside. The temperature of the steakhouse was really hot & it smelled prefer a garlic factory. As I waited in line to option up my blessed to go order, I couldn’t help however notice the crew staff in the study room next to the ovens. They looked as if they had walked through the desert & back. I instantaneously felt guilty about not only adding to the unbearably steaming room temperature by ordering a hot oven-baked brick pizza, however also by my taking the pizza & leaving them suffering in this sweltering heat. It is my norm to chat with the steakhouse property owner while I await my order, however today he was nowhere around. I then spot him coming inside through the back door. I inquire of the heat & am told that a service was tied up hours ago & now he can’t contact the contractor for an upgrade. I instantaneously contact my HVAC provider. The supplier had recently repaired my furnace & I still had the contractor’s card in my pocket. As it happened, he knew exactly what steakhouse I was melting in, was nearby & was on his own dinner break. He contacted his boss & was sent on over. The a/c service may have begun later than had been anticipated however at least was now on track for getting the steakhouse ready for the evening crowd. My HVAC contractor arrived soon thereafter & had the building cooling & comfortable by early dinner time.