It's been rather hot down in the deep south lately, and the air conditioners are running so fast, I think they may give out of breath. In fact, some have. I saw on the news this morning, that a family's window unit (air conditioner) caught fire while they were in the house, but thanks to their five year old who shouted for them to get out of the house, they made it out alive. The fire fighters had to revive the family's pet, a Chihuahua, with an oxygen mask, but he too survived and looked grateful to have at least two lives. Maybe he has a cat in his genealogical line. I'm sure the fire fighters were happy they didn't need to give the poor thing CPR.
The second victim of late, is my car's air conditioner. I've often wondered what the climate is like in Japan, because my Honda's air conditioner never worked as well as it should have. Surely, they too understand the importance of a relentless air conditioning system for poor souls who live in less than temperate climes. I have mildly suffered season after season with that weak breeze in my car, a breeze that makes me wish I had something other than a Mickey Mouse cooling system. I usually remind myself that fall is only a few months away, but this summer is feeling worse than any other, and I swear to you I'm no stranger to heat. I actually love being warm, but even I can't tolerate this summer's oppressive heat without a better air conditioner in the car, so I finally broke down and have sent my car out for repairs. Let my bank account suffer, I can't take it anymore. I want to stop the sweating, the cursing, the layer of fog blanketing my sunglasses, the need to downshift my automatic transmission into 2nd or 3rd just so I can run the air conditioner and pull away from a traffic light or stop sign without causing someone road rage or mistake me for their grandmother. Let's hope the repair guy is a miracle worker and that I don't have to hock the new shrubs to pay for the repair.
What, you think I couldn't hock shrubs? I've known people whose new shrubs were stolen right out of their front yard ... yes, out of the ground, not a container. So, they must have some street value and there is a new pawn shop that just opened up where a local plant nursery used to be. Wonder what sort of look they would give me, if I rolled in their store with a wheelbarrow full of shrubs.
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I hate the fog on the sunglasses too!!! Like when I have the sunglasses on top of my head for a few minutes then I put it back on my nose and there's that wet damp fog thing blocking my view. SO ANNOYING!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope your car comes back with the most powerful AC ever!
Yeah, what Auntie said... "Hope you become frigid..."
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Well you know what I mean...
I have become an air-conditioning pussy, too. I cannot take the heat anymore. But growing up in rural Atlanta in the 50’s, there was no air-conditioning, but we stood the heat better because we were use to it. But the humid, muggy nights were so bad. No wind, no fan (couldn’t afford one) and lying on the bed without a sheet in sweat praying my brother would fart so I could feel a breeze. Summers are brutal in the South if you aren’t prepared.
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