Today was the first time that I was going on a date in about seven years. I was very nervous as I drove to meet my date. I knew that my palms, my armpits, and my forehead were dripping with sweat. I had to blast the a/c in the car to slow this process down and was happy I had decided to bring my cologne with myself and others in the car. I arrived at the valet station, gave myself more than one final sprays, and headed for the door. I went to get a table and wait. I could feel my body continuing to sweat profusely. It was getting worse and worse as I waited and I could suppose my armpit sweat dripping onto my shirt. I wondered if the HVAC unit was even finally working. I looked around myself and others and didn’t notice anyone else dripping with sweat like I was. What could I do? Sit there and sweat or somehow ask the diner if they wouldn’t mind accommodating me in my distress. I sat there and found myself getting angry. I thought restaurants typically stayed really cold. I don’t remember ever feeling this hot in a restaurant. I could even see the vents up above myself and others . I didn’t have much time so I just went for it. I told the waiter about the sweat and the nerves and hoped for sympathy. He said he would see what he could do about the air. Minutes later, he returned saying he had told his superior I had a health condition that was being affected by the moderate temperature in the diner. I could feel the amazing air conditioning coming down moments later and was so grateful he had done this favor for me.