The more years pass, the more I admire marriages. How is it possible that two people who live on the same floor with a single air conditioner can coexist and make love and agree on the power, the air jets and the benefits?
My attic lacks air conditioning and can be used as a sauna – even a decent sauna – but I resist progress, I open the windows for air and I don’t kill the planet in the process. I would like to see so much lip service urban environmentalist in weeks like this! It happens like the war: in four days we are going to demand that the Ukrainians surrender and do not prevent us from enjoying this summer cooling energy at reasonable prices…
One prefers to get hot rather than get hot with visits about whether it can be raised or lowered, removed or put on, scheduled for three or six hours in the air. Also, since you are nowhere on the street!
The great merit goes to married couples, that civic school of pactism, transactions and savoir faire. How is it possible that on sultry days and nights they agree on the temperature and don’t give up discussing the matter, a ticking nuclear bomb?
-Very easy: whatever she says.
Some married and even single friends have given me such a regrettable, painful and cowardly way out with ulterior motives, insinuating, by the way, that in matters of temperature where the boss rules, the sailor does not rule, a generous attitude but contrary to advances in equality of gender.
Air conditioning is irreversible progress, even among environmentalists because it is one thing to be green, green with awareness, green with hope, and another to break a sweat. A progress that can be both a reason for marital well-being and for balls, with the aggravation that the cold complainant can invoke the electricity rate.
If I lived with a partner, something tells me that I would have a gleaming air conditioner worthy of Siberia in my attic, that I would come into the house no matter what, and before that I would run out of tobacco, which is also through the roof. Who loves you well soon freezes you.
