I guess if I wanted to lie about my day I could(and believe me it would be in my best interest if I did), but this is supposed to be the truth-right? So, this................what you're about to read........... is my life, according to Becky or Bec or Babe or Sweetheart or Mama(depending on who I am at that particular moment). My morning started out hot.......which is no surprise since I live in Florida. But, our A/C is..........what's the best word..........temperamental. If you overwork her........as we usually do with our hundred degree temperatures and seeing how she's pushing 15(don't tell her I said this, but I'm pretty sure she's really 20), I should really be more understanding. My problem that I have with her is that she sometimes feels the need to take a break. Which I completely understand...........but it doesn't mean I won't be angry about it or with her. I know that if I give her time to cool off............she eventually will. So, I do what anyone would do..............I talk to her, console her..........you know, the usual. I guess that I just assumed that everyone has this same type of relationship with their A/C. Well, according to the gas lady reading our meter...........I was wrong. I think she was actually afraid of me. Me? Who's afraid of me? I'm not mean. I'm actually very polite........I say yes ma'am, no ma'am, please and thank you. I'm..............nice........really. I looked up to find her staring at me like I'd just cut off my own hand. But in all honesty, all I was doing was calmly explaining to the A/C that I understand her being tired, but that we are really, REALLY getting hot inside. When I finally got a chance to speak to the gas lady..............she took off running. To be honest, I'm scared to death what my bill is going to be. I don't even think she made it to the meter. Since I'd already spent enough time trying to convince the A/C to cool off and my ice packs were getting warm I decided it was time to go in. But then something dawned on me............my ice packs............she wasn't afraid of me at all. She just thought I was crazy standing outside talking to an air conditioner with an ice pack shoved under each arm. I was hot................what can I say? I wasn't shouting at the air conditioner or anything.............it's not like I'm crazy! I just don't think it's fair for people to come to these conclusions based on one, single event. I am a perfectly normal person who just so happens to have been literally boiling inside my own house and who has watched one too many card tricks in one day(my son will soon be a famous magician..................I am sure of this). I guess I just needed to vent or maybe even give myself a time out and it just so happened to be outside, standing in front of my air conditioner, in a tank top with blue freezer packs shoved under each arm. I still don't see the problem............It's not like I'm crazy!
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