Our air conditioner chose a Saturday to die.
And in the middle of a summer heat wave in the South! We checked the fuses or breakers or whatever those are called and that wasn’t it.
The temperatures were expected to be in the triple digits that day and by eight a.m., the temperatures were already in the middle eighties and there was no way that the kids and I were staying in that hot house waiting on the HVAC service technician. We had to bake a cookies for a church lunch tomorrow, but that could wait until later. So, my husband called up an HVAC service and supply company and requested an HVAC technician come to out home. The office told us that it would be between ten a.m. and noon that an HVAC technician would show up, so we all went out to breakfast in a nice, cool, air conditioned restaurant. Then I dropped my husband off at the house to wait for the HVAC technician and I took the kids to my sister’s nice, air conditioned home. It was really hot and humid outside and the air conditioning felt wonderful. I felt bad for my husband sitting at home in the hot house waiting on the HVAC technician. After visiting my sister for a while, I took the kids to the mall and let them play in the cool, air conditioned arcade. I was feeling guilty about my husband by this time but not enough to go home and sweat with him. I took the kids to the food court for lunch when my husband finally called to tell me the air conditioning was fixed and we could go home. I’m glad I’m not the one who had to stay home and wait for the HVAC technician…