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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