Monday, June 23, 2008

Loose Co-what?

Our airconditioner has been quite irregular recently. For a while, it stopped working, then it started again, then stopped. We called someone to fix the airconditioner about two weeks ago; he is scheduled to do it today (but hasn't arrived yet). Today, the airconditioner started working again, but we assume that there is a loose connection, and that it might disconnect again--thus we still need it fixed. Today is quite a crazy day in my house. There are men working on the deck building with wood poisoned with arsenic (tasty treat for termites, eh?), there was a man who came to fix our disposal, there will be cleaning people any time now, and there is supposed to be an airconditioner repairman. In addition, my grandmother is visiting, who, upon hearing about how many people would be working in the house, suggested that we serve them lunch. Anyway, she was out in an interview, my mother was at work, and my father had to go to drive my sisters to different places and Sachi, who was visiting to work with Rebecca on the great chaos theory textbook project, to school to obtain math textbooks. So I was to be alone in the house. Alone to greet the airconditioner repairman. I mentioned that I could drive them, but alas, it was illegal for someone as young as me to drive underaged persons who were not in my family (i.e. Sachi--why do you have to ruin everything?) My father told me that the airconditioner's compressor was working, but we thought there must be a loose connection. "Practice saying that there is a loose connection," he said. I tried: "The compressor is working, but the airconditioner stopped working and started working and stopped working and started working, so we think there must be a loose compressiur...I mean..." I couldn't say it! Compression? No, Connecture? No! Laughing hysterically, Sachi said, "Maybe you should give him a card with "loose connection" written on it, so that he doesn't have to say anything!" Argh!

-Philip

2 comments:

Sachi said...

I think I should leave you a note saying, "My name is Philip *lastname*. I am trying to get to a summer program at MIT. Please sent me on the Green Line D line to Park St, where I should get off and transfer to the red line. On the red line I should get off at Kendell. If it is night time, I should be going to opposite way. Thank you."

Philip said...

Ha ha. Actually, you would be happy to know that today I obtained a Student Charlie Card, so I am not completely incompetent.