I was in Paris Baguette the other day, waiting for my latte (I don’t know what it is, but their lattes are infinitely better than the ones I make; their milk must be from exceptionally happy cows), when I noticed that I was next to the shop’s thermostat.
Which was encased in a locked plastic box:
I’m thinking that it was an unfortunate and thoughtless
placement of a device that controls the space’s temperature; ergo the
after-market security feature.
I wonder how long it took after opening to encase it?
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