So there I was, riding the train on my way home. I wasn’t exactly anxious to leave my temporary home on the beach but good things must end, I have often heard. Usually, I don’t enjoy using public transportation but I must confess that I was enjoying this train ride.After a few pages, I eventually abandoned my book and closed my eyes, relishing the excellent air quality on board the train.
I arrived home shortly before 4 p.m., just in time to catch the apartment manager before he left for the day. I immediately broached the subject of our HVAC system which was constantly breaking down, with him The manager assured me that the owner of the building would be replacing the old HVAC unit with a new one, within a few weeks. Meanwhile, he assured me, an AC technician was scheduled to do a thorough tune up on our old unit, before the end of the week. With nothing to do but accept that, I mounted the stairs to my apartment. As usual, the lift was broken.
When I opened my door, the stuffiness of the air almost knocked me out. I hurried to open the windows, turning on the ceiling fan and HVAC unit at the same time. I was too tired to care about the AC air escaping through the windows. I fell into bed, totally exhausted. When I awoke it was dark outside and I was sweating like a Sumo wrestler. For though the ceiling fan was still spinning, clearly, the HVAC unit was down again.
I will have to move out of this place before it kills me…