During the summer seasons of my teenage years, I managed a hot dog stand on the pier. I lived in a seaside community where people would stream in every summer season to enjoy the arcades, food and relax all afternoon by the water. There was serious money to be made catering to the tourists, so that I was all over it, even though it was bloody hot out there. You see, I stood next to a deep fryer all day long. It was all the hotter because the stand was enclosed. The stand had its own small heating, ventilation and air conditioning system but it was supposed to be for the customers. Often, the promise of a cooling place to sit would be enough for a guy to spend his money on hot dogs when he wasn’t even hungry. When it was slow and there was no one eating, I come out from the kitchen area to lounge around in front of the air vents. That didn’t happen too often. It was common for someone to wander in just for the cool air and I would have to ask them to purchase something or leave. When faced with that ultimatum, they usually chose the cheapest thing on the menu just for the right to soak in some of the air conditioning. After the long summer season came to a close, I would board the stand up then shut down the ovens and the heating, ventilation and air conditioning system until the following summer. The next season, I would reopen the stand, power up the air conditioning system and start selling hot dogs all over again.