I was so mad at myself because I hadn’t remembered about the a/c.
After getting married last year, my man plus I decided to take a trip across the country. Both of us would be starting new jobs that were more than a thousand miles apart plus the two of us knew the two of us would not have much time together before and after work. Both of us had the motorcar checked because we would be going through the desert, the two of us made sure to call the garage so the two of us could have the air conditioning checked as well. I didn’t have any desire at all to go separate from air conditioning when the temperatures were close to 130 degrees in the shade. Both of us spent multiple weeks planning our trip plus the two of us were genuinely over the moon to get going. As soon as graduation was over, the two of us made our way back to our home to pack the motorcar with our clothing, a tent plus sleeping bags. Both of us had food for the trip plus the two of us were all set. Both of us were only a couple of minutes into our journey when the two of us realized the two of us hadn’t gone to the garage to have our air conditioning looked at to see what was wrong with it. I don’t guess if the two of us would have realized this if our air conditioning hadn’t suddenly begun to blow moderate air. I was so mad at myself because I hadn’t remembered about the a/c. Both of us were in the middle of some sub-saharan wilderness plus the two of us didn’t have any cool air. Even with the windows rolled to their lowest point, the air was blowing moderate plus dry. I was surprised to see a sign, in the middle of this vast plain, that flaunted a garage that did A/C repair and I was thrilled to learn the a/c mechanic was only multiple miles down the road. I knew it would be the savior of our journey, however it didn’t save my man’s opinion of discovering I am ditzy.