Coffee Table Declarations
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
As it turns out, my roommate is a regular old soup-nazi when it comes to the air conditioning. First of all, we live in New England. I can count on one hand the number of days it's been 80 or above so far this year. It's not even officially summer yet, not to mention we had a record cold arctic winter which we shouldn't so soon forget. Two things you should know about me. 1. I'd rather be hot than cold and 2. I'm always cold. Don't get me wrong, some nice ac on a boiling hot summer day is a beautiful thing. And having an apartment with central air is a luxury. However, I do like to enjoy the summer just a little.
The first time it happened was sometime last week. I don't remember it being momentously hot, but maybe it was. Regardless, it was nothing a few open windows and maybe some ice cream couldn't cure. But sure enough, she comes in complaining about how hot it was and would I mind terribly if we turned on the air conditioner? What could I say? After having it on for a short while I was cold enough to pull blankets over myself as I lay in bed reading. Finally, I threw on a sweatshirt and went out to talk to her about turning it off. I immediately realized a problem. My room for some reason, was at least 10 degrees colder. The living room was pleasantly comfortable and I removed my sweatshirt. I don't know why my room would get much colder. All I can think is that the ac vent in my room is near the top of the wall opposite my bed so I can feel it shooting straight at me, whereas every other room has a vent in the ceiling and as we all know from seventh grade science class, heat rises. Wait... is that even relevant? I don't know, seventh grade was a long time ago.
This morning I woke up feeling a chill. I thought it was coming from my open window which was surprising because 80 plus degrees is in the forecast for today. I got up, got dressed, and went into the bathroom to put on my makeup. It was then that I heard the churning fan of the air conditioner. I couldn't believe it. My roommate came into the bathroom and I casually asked, "is it really really hot in here?" and she replied, "yes, you think so too??" I said no, I was asking because of the ac. She told me she woke up sweating and oh my gosh, how hot it is in her room. We were ready to leave at the same time but I had to grab my lunch so I said goodbye and have a good day to her. As I walked into the kitchen I saw her fiddling with the ac on her way out the door. I thought, thank goodness she's smart enough to at least turn it off when she's leaving for the day. I grabbed my lunch and headed for the door. I looked and the ac was on! I turned it off. We both leave the house at 8 and don't get home till 6 and I'll be a monkey's uncle if she thinks she can just leave it running in an empty apartment for 10 hours. We're going to have some major disputes this summer, I can tell.
Oh and by the way, happy birthday to my brother! Go on over and sign his guestbook or something.
The first time it happened was sometime last week. I don't remember it being momentously hot, but maybe it was. Regardless, it was nothing a few open windows and maybe some ice cream couldn't cure. But sure enough, she comes in complaining about how hot it was and would I mind terribly if we turned on the air conditioner? What could I say? After having it on for a short while I was cold enough to pull blankets over myself as I lay in bed reading. Finally, I threw on a sweatshirt and went out to talk to her about turning it off. I immediately realized a problem. My room for some reason, was at least 10 degrees colder. The living room was pleasantly comfortable and I removed my sweatshirt. I don't know why my room would get much colder. All I can think is that the ac vent in my room is near the top of the wall opposite my bed so I can feel it shooting straight at me, whereas every other room has a vent in the ceiling and as we all know from seventh grade science class, heat rises. Wait... is that even relevant? I don't know, seventh grade was a long time ago.
This morning I woke up feeling a chill. I thought it was coming from my open window which was surprising because 80 plus degrees is in the forecast for today. I got up, got dressed, and went into the bathroom to put on my makeup. It was then that I heard the churning fan of the air conditioner. I couldn't believe it. My roommate came into the bathroom and I casually asked, "is it really really hot in here?" and she replied, "yes, you think so too??" I said no, I was asking because of the ac. She told me she woke up sweating and oh my gosh, how hot it is in her room. We were ready to leave at the same time but I had to grab my lunch so I said goodbye and have a good day to her. As I walked into the kitchen I saw her fiddling with the ac on her way out the door. I thought, thank goodness she's smart enough to at least turn it off when she's leaving for the day. I grabbed my lunch and headed for the door. I looked and the ac was on! I turned it off. We both leave the house at 8 and don't get home till 6 and I'll be a monkey's uncle if she thinks she can just leave it running in an empty apartment for 10 hours. We're going to have some major disputes this summer, I can tell.
Oh and by the way, happy birthday to my brother! Go on over and sign his guestbook or something.
