I woke up the other night to the sound of whispering coming from my living room.
I peeked out the bedroom door, and saw all the lights on in the house.
I couldn’t help but throw on my robe and investigate. My husband stood in the middle of the living room looking at a window air conditioning unit, and his brother was half sprawled on the sofa. I stood there listening and watching as his brother questioned if my husband really knew what he was doing. They had both been to a bachelor party that night, and I was pretty sure neither of them knew what they were doing, but I let them go. I stood in the hallway listening to them, and trying not to laugh. They were both HVAC technicians, but neither of them seemed to know what to do with the window air conditioner. I was more curious as to where the air conditioner came from. We had central air conditioning in our house, and so did his brother. I didn’t know if someone at the party had window air conditioning and they volunteered to repair it, or if they had found it somewhere on the way home. I knew that neither of them drove to the party, so I also wondered how they got it home. The more they talked about making the AC unit work, the more determined I was to go back to bed. I was pretty sure I was going to see them sleeping in the living room when I got up in the morning. There was plenty of time to question them on the AC unit when they woke up, if they remembered where it came from, that is.