Fuck, after reading Eric Schlosser's "Fast Food Nation", I thought I'd gradually quit eating fast food. Fast food is not only bad for the health of the person who eats it, it's also bad for almost all of the persons involved in its production and commercialization too. Aparently, it's only good for the pockets of the high executives running them.

But yesterday, I felt like eating some chicken at KFC. C'mon, it's new year and everybody deserves a second chance I thought.

So in I went, placed my order, and got my tray with the food. Then when I was looking for a table, I thought the room temperature was kind of hot. I didn't give it a second thought, but after a couple of minutes, already eating, I started to sweat.

It was starting to get uncomfortable, and although I was in the middle of my meal, I decided to stand up and change of table. Annoying, but it was going to be worse to continue eating while sweating like a pig (oops! pigs don't sweat!).

I tried to find a table in a fresher corner of the restaurant, but what a surprise! The whole place was hot! These jerks hadn't turned on the air con at all and were working with the entrance door open!

No air con in a KFC in a tropical country? What the hell is that? I was quite pissed wondering what's the difference between me eating fried chicked at that KFC or at a street stall. I was probably paying more than twice for the privilege of enriching the KFC gringos and they won't even turn on the air con?

I think my phasing out KFC off my diet will be much faster than originally planned.