My roommate breaks our air conditioner
I jiggled the keys in my tiny apartment door and entered.
The place was a mess as always, old food containers on the floor and clothes scattered about.
I am not really a super clean and neat person, but this is just ridiculous. Staring at the piles disdainfully, I start gathering clothes and putting them in the hamper. I then noticed our air conditioning is barely breathing. Putting my hand against the vents, instead of feeling a cooling breeze I felt a few puffs of air. Just then, my roommate walked in. “Hey! Put my stuff down!” I carelessly drop her clothes in a pile and ask “When did our cooling system stop working efficiently?” she waltzed on over and leaned close to it. “Oh, that’s easy, you just give it a good kick and it’ll start again” before you can stop her, she does a full karate kick to the air conditioning unit in her six-inch heels. It flatlines. “No, you idiot! Look what you’ve done! Do you know how expensive it’s going to be to fix this?” I stare at her frustrated “Whatever, I will call an HVAC dude tomorrow” Now with a big dent in its side, I cringe at thinking of the cost. Of course, she forgot to call the HVAC business, so I called them. The lady was really nice and fixed it for us, although the price was not pretty, as I figured. She found an old soda can and multiple other pieces of trash in the poor AC, and said it was the worst she seen in a long time. That’s it. She fixed it while I was pondering new roommates, and my now ex roommate will be getting the bill.