Walking into the beach house after work, I immediately knew there was a problem with the air conditioning unit.
The beach house was hot and stuffy, and the humidity inside seemed much higher than it was outside.
I grabbed our iPhone from our pocket and called the HVAC company. My iPhone was dead, and it was going to take at least fifteen minutes to get enough charge to make the iPhone call. I would need to, stay on hold for at least five minutes, and then wait for the receptionist to set up an appointment to have the AC unit repaired. I thought that sitting out back on the patio would be better than inside. There was a breeze blowing, but it was as hot as the temperature. The only venue I knew I could find some comfort was in the bathroom. I had an all-in-one HVAC and light system in the bathroom. I sat on the bench with the air conditioning on high and talked to the HVAC company. I was told it was going to take about a month to get to the beach house to make any repairs, but they could send some just to do the diagnosis. The more than three walls in the bathroom seemed to get closer as I thought about needing to live and eat here while waiting to have the AC unit repaired. Since the HVAC tech wouldn’t be there for another hour, I went downtown and bought 3 fans and a small window AC unit. I would not eat in a bathroom no matter what anyone said.