I don’t like buying air conditioners. I still desperately need to buy one – especially after I woke up in a puddle of sweat over the weekend (whether that was caused by the high temperature of my room or massive hangover I woke up with is still up for debate). But I just can’t justify buying one.
It’s not that I’m cheap. I just can’t grasp the concept of spending a lot of money for something that will cost me a lot more money. It’s like a bartender saying, “hey, I’ll give you one beer every day this summer for $5 plus tip. But first, you’re going to have to pay me $150. Then for the entire summer, I’m going to make a loud, rumbling noise all day and night in your bedroom. And the first beer will weigh about 60 pounds, and you’ll have to take a cab to get the beer home. The cabbie will be flustered and expect a big tip because the beer will only fit in the trunk. And you’ll be so busy fumbling around to get your beer that you’ll leave your messenger bag in the back seat of the cab. Oh, and once you’re home, you’re going to have to carry that beer up three flights of stairs and balance it precariously on your windowsill.”
Umm, I think I’ll have to try another bar, thanks.