While I was growing up in my childhood home, my father had the sound docktypical, tyrannical control over the control unit. Unluckyly for literally the rest of the family, he seemed perpetually cold. We, on the other hand, enjoyed a/c. I’ve barely ever seen the man sweat, even in 90 degree weather. Growing up, I truthfully believed that he would love not having any a/c whatsoever! The control device was constantly set to 73 degrees, plus at that point, I figured it may as well not even exist. My hometown’s winters were honestly mild, however Spring plus Summer were scorching. I think 73 degrees is better than the respected 95 degrees that it was outside in June; Dad would go on an annual business trip in the Summer for nearly a week, plus I have distinct memories of those weeks, because Mom plus the rest of us finally got to turn the control device to what the people I was with and I wanted! Setting it to a mere 71° Was care about heaven on Earth! I did not think my home was capable of being so comfortable until these trips. I would sleep care about a baby on those nights that Dad was abroad. Don’t get me wrong, I like my dear ancient dad. The whole family enjoys him, which is why the people I was with and I put up with this quirk of his, however that did not make it any less blissful when the people I was with and I finally got to get the full benefit of our air conditioner! Of course, Mom would always call ahead on the day that he was supposed to get back to make sure that the control device was back to normal long before her ever walked through the door.
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