On Wednesday, I called the apartment office number and left a message that went something like this: ‘So, my air conditioning doesn’t seem to be working… not an emergency, I should have checked it earlier, seriously not a big deal as there are no infants or elderly people here… let me know when someone might be able to look at it and if I need to be here.’
On Thursday I got a return message that went like this: ‘Ha ha such a kidder of course no AC is an emergency, someone will be there Friday afternoon to take care of it, I’ll leave the AC on afterwards so you’ll come home to a nice cool apartment, good to go.’
Which would have been super nice had Friday been 95F degrees, but it was actually more like 70F. And I wasn’t sure if the AC *had* to be left on, like when you jump your car battery and you’re supposed to let it run for a while (clearly I know nothing about either air conditioning or cars). And I didn’t want to seem ungrateful that they were fixing it right away! So I left a note saying thank you, and that there was really no need for the AC on Friday but I was sure I’d appreciate it next week.
Got back at 9:15 last night, 64F degrees outside, AC running full blast inside. Upside: at least I know it’s working!
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