Until yesterday, I had been enjoying this summer from the
comfort discomfort of my un-air conditioned, fourth floor walk-up apartment. In May I was all, “I can totally do this! It’s not even hot out yet!” but by July my tune turned to, “I just want to take a cold shower and sit in the dark in front of my fan. No one talk to me.” That’s when I hit rock bottom, as it were, and started looking for opportunities to cool down nearly every place I went.
I was the crazy lady asking for six cups of ice from Starbucks, the eager employee who would stay late just to enjoy extra time in front of an AC. And that was really just the tip of the quickly melting iceberg. Last night I knew I had to buy an air conditioning unit, because these awkward and absurd beat the heat techniques started sounding like heaven to me…
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