I told Dad I would die of heatstroke without Air Conditioning

My father’s laughter was the loudest I’d ever heard until I told him I’d die of heat exhaustion if we didn’t have air conditioning.

  • He refused to turn on the air conditioning because my amazing friend and I still had a lot of pleasant weather ahead of us.

In the middle of April, the temperature outside hit eighty degrees. He assured me that this April heat wave was not an anomaly and that it would happen again. It was going to be in the sixties again until May, and he refused to deal with the air conditioner on nights when my awesome roommate and I would need the heater. I assumed he was being unreasonable because he didn’t want me to feel at ease. Nobody made him stay in their room until they finished their homework, least of all him. Instead of cooking in a stuffy bedroom, he could spend his time doing something more pleasant. Going to work was the only requirement, and I had no doubt he would perform admirably. I finally told him how I really felt, and his response was an eyebrow raise. I was asked, “Do you know what he does?” In my mind, I always imagined him tending a flower garden. He probed my thoughts on whether the hothouse got its name from the abundance of climate control or whether the temperature had to be kept high to sustain the young plants. Perhaps he was onto something, but I was not about to concede that I saw his point. I was hoping he’d install at least one window air conditioner because I was sure he’d had worse days at the office than the few I was complaining about at college and at home. I’m crossing my fingers that it’s my window.

 

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