The unusually hot weather of the past two weeks surprised Ben and I. We assumed we had a few more weeks of cool temperatures before needing an air conditioner in the bedroom. Oops, we were wrong.
Apparently, the gods doomed us to live summer 2010 all over again.
Last year, we slept on an air mattress in the living room for months because that was the only room with an air conditioner. We vowed to never do that again. Except, somehow, we were doing it again.
I frantically searched Craigslist for used AC units that fit through the wall because a new unit costs around $500. Five hundred dollars! Insanity. I mean, I’ll pay that for a good handbag, but an electrical thingy, no way. Joking, joking.
I found a cheap (cheap being the operative word) one on Craigslist, but the measurements made Ben and I a wee bit nervous. If we bought it, carried it home on a borrowed dolly, managed it in the hole in the wall, plugged it in, and it didn’t work… the results would be disastrous. I can’t even IMAGINE the scene, nor do I want to. Our marriage would probably be in shambles and our building burned to the ground.
Then, Ben did something really smart. He talked to the superintendent of our building. And, the very, very, VERY nice man said, “I think I have an extra unit. I will install it for you tomorrow.” Ben and I immediately renewed our vows upon hearing such joyous news. But, we still crossed our fingers and nervously waited. What if it didn’t happen?
The next evening, I ran home from work. I threw open the door to our bedroom and heard a familiar humming. I felt a cold air rush against my face as I ran around the bed to peek at the hole in the wall and I found… our NEW AC!
A miracle. A real New York miracle.
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