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Once, and it was right as I pulled into the gas station. I was driving a hunk of junk work vehicle, this old panel truck. The gas gauge didn't work, among a host of other things such as the headlights. There was no A/C at all (except in winter...) and the heater only fogged up the windshield. The "heater" worked best in July and August, that being the engine in the dog hatch compartment right beside me. I put a kitchen thermometer on the dash panel and drove out to a delivery and when I got there, it showed 139 degrees inside that truck. It was 104 outside that day, but when I got out of the truck, I felt a chill for a moment. I really ought to savagely beat my boss, shouldn't I?
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