In the bottle shop section of a pub in Tempe, waiting for the bar staff to notice the doorbell. There’s a draught of cold A/C coming through the pigeonhole in the glass partition between us and the interior of the pub.
The guy waiting behind us, visibly affected by alcohol, hears us comment on this and lets us know in an amiable way that “global warming is all bullshit… Al Gore just jumping on the bandwagon… all these fucking greenies. If I stay around here I’ll get pissed. I’m gonna go home and play World of Warcraft.”