Love and the Air Conditioner
Some of you remember "Love, American Style." I know you do. ^^ Anyway, I live on Mars, and my AC no worky. The new maintenance guy, whose name is SHAFT!! No, I'm not kidding. Has been here three times to fix it. Now, if one were directing a porn film, this would be a stellar plotline. But if one were less into porn, it would also make an exceptional episode of "Love, American Style." (For those that don't know...1970's romance show, broken up into many short episodes usually titled "Love and the ________" ) but I digress.
Everytime he comes over he tells me something more about himself. And then tells me about the barbeque going on Sunday, and won't that be fun? On my part, I have to keep calling because at 2am, the AC/Heat makes this sound: "KABOOOOOOM!" then "Grindgrindgrindgrind!"
So as "Love, American Style" as this all seems, I am getting pretty annoyed. Today I have to work. So he can wander about in my apartment unattended. I wonder if I leave the trash by the door, if he'll take it out??? hmmmmmm....
Everytime he comes over he tells me something more about himself. And then tells me about the barbeque going on Sunday, and won't that be fun? On my part, I have to keep calling because at 2am, the AC/Heat makes this sound: "KABOOOOOOM!" then "Grindgrindgrindgrind!"
So as "Love, American Style" as this all seems, I am getting pretty annoyed. Today I have to work. So he can wander about in my apartment unattended. I wonder if I leave the trash by the door, if he'll take it out??? hmmmmmm....