While I was in Pigeon Forge in the last stages of exhaustion, I went into a Krystals. Krystals is a fast-food place whose specialty is a tiny delicious little hamburger that I haven’t had in years, so I went in to get a couple.
The air conditioning was broken, and I felt a blast of heat from behind the counter where the cooking took place. The staff was staggering around red-faced and sweating.
I asked them why they didn’t have a fan and they said the company bureaucracy just wasn’t getting around to getting them one while the AC was off, though they had begged them to.
Ole Bob worked in a brick plant and played football in the South Carolina heat. I HATE the idea of people having to work hot.
I went straight to the store, bought them a sizable fan, came back and gave it to an older, responsible-looking lady working there with the receipt that had the store’s name on it in case it didn’t work, and left.
They were SO grateful, and I knew exactly how they felt, because I have worked in the heat myself.
I drove off feeling GREAT. I have never gotten so much joy out of spending $35 plus tax in my life.
One thing I have never heard mentioned is that inconsiderate people, people who don’t “Do unto others as you have them do unto you,” miss some of the greatest joys in life.
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