So five AC guys later…still no central air.
I know most people think if they could just win the lottery they would buy a gigantic house. ME…I think, hey, I could fix my house. Maybe I could buy a skinny little heat and air guy…oh, yeah, I think that is called human trafficking. Just my luck, I win the lottery and immediately end up in prison. I would be featured on that show about people who win the lottery and ruin their lives.
I am sure if I ended up on TV it would be some terrible show like “Snapped”, “Hoarders”, “48 Hours Mystery”, or “Biggest Loser”. I am imagining myself standing on that podium in a sports bra. Followed by a tearful story about my emotional eating due to abandonment by heat and air men. Anonymity not such a bad place to live.