The AC Saga

Posted on September 4, 2002 in Weather

Someone called from the insurance company. I quietly gave her a piece of my mind while I sat on the bed without a shirt on. You have a communication problem and so do the techs, I told her. It’s good that you are giving me clear explanations and noting down all the information, but you should have been doing this all along.

She said the company was sorry.

How nice: a company with feelings. One little neuron wakes up finally, takes note of our problem, fires off, and all the desks, workstations, carpets, telephones, plate glass windows, and potted plants sympathize. If only the meatware were as regretful as the hardware or at least had a little foresight.

We remain the prisoners of the repair people. The machine remains disassembled for a few days more while air slowly leaks from that hidden spot that robbed us of our comfort during the hottest months of a torrid year.