A week without air conditioning was a week in hell.

My husband told me a month before summer began that it was time to have the air conditioning unit serviced.

I told him that he deeded to write it on the calendar so that I had a reminder that I had to call the HVAC company, but he never did and neither did I.

There was nothing on the calendar to remind me to call the HVAC company, so I never called them. So, when summer started it came on fool. One day it was in the mid-70s, and the next day it was literally in the 90s. Two days after the 90s hit, our air conditioning unit broke. My husband was angry that I hadn’t called and had the AC unit serviced, and I was just as angry at myself. However, I did remind him then I asked him to put a reminder on the calendar, which dismayed him even angrier. I already had my phone in my hand and they were answering at the HVAC company when he started yelling. I shushed him long enough to tell the receptionist that our air conditioning unit was not working. She told me that every one of their HVAC texts were out taking care of broken air conditioning units and we would have to sit tight for at least a week. Because my husband didn’t write it on the calendar, and I forgot to call the HVAC company for servicing, we had to go for at least a week without air conditioning and it was a week from hell. There wasn’t a single day throughout the time when we didn’t have air conditioning that the temperatures weren’t in the mid-90s.


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