Years ago, my family got an air-conditioner. I always felt (yeah, I no longer think so) that the air-con is a blessing from above, especially with the humid and warm weather in Singapore. At first, we were satisfied with the air-con. It does what it supposed to – keep the temperature down – and my parents are quite please. [By the way, my brother is extremely pleased.]
Weeks and months passed (quietly). My father starts his first compliant. According to him, the generator [I do not quite know how to call it, I am referring to the huge machine with a fan in it] has start to make some unnecessary noise. He became upset over it. Soon, he is obsessed with the topic of fixing air-cons that that (I make no mistake repeating the word) it is the only thing I can talk to him about.
He started to bring home some weird remedies. There’s this spray can thingy that ejects foam into the air-con. By the way, he brought lots of these spray cans to spray, each time a different brand. He sprayed it into everybody’s air-con. He forced everyone to clean their room’s air-con. He even used the vacuum cleaner to suck out some weird fluid from the pipes of the air-con.
But the unbearable noise went on.
So the air-con repair people came to our place. My father complained to them from the start. [I was so bored listening to the same old story that I returned to my room.] They claimed it could be fixed and it requires a really special part that is currently not available. They say they’ll keep a look out for us on this special part. They never return.
[To be continued..]
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