The temperature was about 102 degrees, really no kidding.
As I walked in, melting as I went and actually feeling ill
by way of both the heat and the humidity, the clerk asked me how I was.
I replied: “How do I look? That’s how I am.”
He said nothing at that point. Smart man.
However, when I left, he ran ahead to open the door for
me. Good job!
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