Friday, February 01, 2002
I sacrafice my fingers as an offering to you, oh Fan. |2:50 PM|
When I worked at a grocery store, many years ago, I always tried to spend as much time outside as possible. If I was collecting carts, or loading groceries, I wasn't bagging groceries or dealing with annoyed shoppers. However, it was tough physical work outside. We would be pushing 20-40 carts (That was the safe limit) or more around a parking lot trying not to hit cars. During the last half of July and all of August the heat would be near lethal. One summer, 500 people died of heat stroke. I was very careful that summer.
If you could sneak inside, past the managers and the customer service desk, you could get to the Osco side of the store. This was the pharmacy and grills and other non food items' area. One whole aisle was devoted to fans of various sizes. Many had a demo unit up and running, blowing air and tethered tassels around the fan area. If you stood in front of them, and stretched out your arms, every bit of your body would be hit by the wind from the fans. The sweat would evaporate in seconds, you would cool down so quickly that you couldn't help but shiver. The risk of being caught by the managers or leads were totally forgotten for a split second, and it was a totally comfortable moment. I called it "Worshipping in the Church of the Fan". It's definitely in the realm of the hammer religon "The longer I hit myself in the head with a hammer, the better it will feel when I stop". However, I'll remember that burst of artificial air movement across my uniform for a good long time.
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