In the school kitchen where I work, things get hot. Not hot like a humid day in Florida, but hot like a humid day on the face of the sun.
At any given moment we could have our ancient oven running, along with the convection oven and three warmers. Add in the steam from the dishwashing sinks and you have yourself your very own steam room. You know, kind of like a spa. Yesterday, I gave myself a green bean facial.
The school doesn’t have central air, so to cool the area we use a window air conditioner. That’s right. A window air conditioner. If you stand in one particular spot by the trash can, you can almost feel a small breeze. Almost.
But, the heat doesn’t cause me to have a bad attitude. Quite the contrary. Because yesterday I told the ladies I work with that if I ever hit the lottery, I’ll totally buy them a new window unit.
I’m generous like that.