The hottest day of the season is just starting, and the windows in my room are widely opened trying to tempt a breeze that doesn't exist. I'm all sweaty and I can feel my wet shirt sticking to my back. I hate summer as much as I hate Fred, the fat guy who tried to fix my air conditioner.
I told him that there are water leaks in the front of my machine and the air smells like a decayed cat. This insufferable know-it-all said that it's not much of a problem and all we had to do was to bend the motors a little. I know there's something wrong when he said that, but knowing nothing about ACs, I allowed the dorky
beach ball to destroy my two-year old machine.
It would have been better if I called the RepairClinic.Com for help. This company can fix any
consumer home electronics like ACs in no time. They also offer basic training workshops on maintenance and repair of our appliances. Unlike other repairmen, the company has trained repairmen that can cure any appliance ailments. But due to my stinginess, I now have a damaged motor instead of a cooler. My only consolation is that I've bludgeoned Fred's head with a blunt ax before he ran out the door.
