dr_pwnage

My air conditioner exploded. Yes, it's true. Blowed up.

It happened sometime today; don't know when. At about 5:30 or so I got up from my chair and looked at the temperature in my office. The little temperature reader on my computer remote said 86. I said to myself, "Why the fuck is it so fucking hot up in this bitch?"

I get pissed at myself because I sometimes forget to turn the air conditioner back on when I go outside to smoke. The AC is original equipment for my house, about 25 years old. It's loud. If I am outside and the AC kicks on, it is deafening and I can't hear who I am talking to on the phone and I might crap my pants from the sound. So, I turn it down before I go out, turn it up when I come back in. Sometimes I forget...then I get hot, and pissed off at myself for being so retarded.

So I go downstairs and see that the AC is on the right temperature. I am puzzled, because I can hear the blower running. I go out back and the shit isn't on, and it smells like fireworks.

"Oh, holy hell. What the fuck..."

I got a flathead screwdriver and popped the top off the unit, and it was sparking and exploded like C3PO in a Cloud City trash room. Fuck...destroyed.

I just had this asshole come out and clean this shit 2 months ago. While he was here, I had him give me an estimate on how much a new AC would be. It is going to be about $3000 for a house my size.

Of course, it's Labor Day.

Now, I understand that mother fuckers in New Orleans are trapped in their attics while corpses float by their windows, but it is still hot in this house.

That AC is nasty. Completely useless. I don't know how long I will have to go without AC, but when I called to get this unit serviced 3 months ago it took them a month to get here. I can't have that shit. It's hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock in here.