Property management staff offers to install a window air conditioner for the season every year. I encouraged you as fervently as I respectfully could to have them do that for you. “No, I don’t want one. I won’t need it.” You’re on a fourth-floor end unit with huge gorgeous uninsulated late 1970’s era windows, and it’s forecast to hit close to 100 degrees this weekend. Now you tell me you don’t know how you’ll be able to bear it.
I’ll tell you how. I’ll drop off insulated cooler packs to run your fans over. And husband and I will open our only-recently-air-conditioned home to you. And I will lay the most manipulative psychological groundwork possible for you to please, in the name of all that is holy and most that isn’t, say yes to climate control next year.