Finally the coach called a time out, so I used those 2 minutes to call the local HVAC repair service and beg them to send someone out.
My pals and I had been preparing for the big game for the last month. Every week of the college football season is important, but this was going to be the most important game of the year! It would determine who had the bragging rights in the intercollegiate rivalry that dates back forty years. Everything was set up, we had pizza, beer, and wings. Mike brought a bottle of vodka with him to make cocktails, and Henry brought a nice little bag of high octane cannabis to smoke at halftime. Just when it seemed like everything was perfect, the air conditioner stopped working. One minute there is crisp, cool air conditioning blasting from the air vents in the living room, and the next moment we all heard a clattering sound from down the hallway. The main HVAC components are kept in the hallway closet, and one quick glance told me that the system was screwed. The temps in the house slowly started rising, but we were all too focused on the game to care. Finally the coach called a time out, so I used those 2 minutes to call the local HVAC repair service and beg them to send someone out. The HVAC tech arrived by halfway, and didn’t seem to mind that we were all drinking cocktails and smoking weed. The HVAC tech was a youngish man, and I could tell he was tempted but said he didn’t want to get in trouble with his boss. Before halftime was over my air conditioner was working again, so I left the tech a stellar review on Yelp.