My Russian Air Conditioning
June 7, 2012 Leave a comment
I consider myself a most fortunate man, because I am surrounded by people, who think of my well-being. My architect went out of his way to ensure that not a precious ray of sunshine escapes my room, so that I should not suffer from an overdose of oxygen. My mailman is conscientious enough to deliver my neighbor’s mail to me on a regular basis , so I will get sufficient exercise. My “significant other” drains my wallet monthly, so I’m not burdened with too much money. And I am the first on the block to have a repairman install Russian air conditioning. When the technician arrived, he told me he was a Russian from the Ukraine and that he had a special treat for me: “This pound of freon will only cost you $150. If I had come the day next, it might have cost you $400.” When he left he said: “You can count your stars lucky. You have Russian air conditioning made in China.” So I sit and I schwitz, and I choke and I croak. However, occasionally I feel a stream of lukewarm air wheezing through the vent and am content. I have Russian air conditioning.