I always have a spare battery pack, strong letter marks and punctuation marks e.g. I interpret A++ as: too bad they didn't add and some smiles at the end. Or a heart. Well, I understand so much about batteries, but I always have spare ones, so for some device they will definitely work someday.
May sneaks in quickly and quietly like those people in line at the checkout, overtaking you while you're staring at the batteries. Spare.
May, I said, has crept in, and this means one thing - summer is felt in the air.
We throw the lessons of Nature and Society in the bin because May has long been not the one from the temperate continental climate we used to learn about comfortably. Because May was easy.
From colder days, we slip the eye of work into the scene of the remote in the hand where we purposefully move the “fan” option up-and-down-left-right. So we add and subtract the bars that indicate the intensity of the cooling. Yes, I'm talking about air conditioning and human nerves in the summer. And May is - summer.
As I most like to learn experientially, I have long known that without air conditioning, summer in my city makes as much sense as summer in Dubai, and that is a no-no. Necessary side thing. The most important side thing in the world, to apologize to all football fans.
Elem, in order not to owe, and not to put myself in a state of casting curses and repenting that I did not act on time, this month, quite relaxed and full of confidence, I scheduled the service of the air conditioner in those, well known, five clicks.
That's right.
She opened MostApp, leafed through user impressions, chose the most suitable one, winked at the image from the screen and solved the potential hassle the very next day at 13 pm local time.
And while my friends raved disappointingly about the prices of air conditioning services, I, victorious, pushed MostApp under their noses and made an impact without any paid advertising.
Then, as expected, they thanked me, and I once again realized the advantage of accumulating some kind of for-no-give-it-god batteries.
As I was writing this, I was almost crying at the thought that my climate was also gone. Remote to her - she nothing. Like a cold girl.
And then - “double or triple A”, right there from the bottom of the closet, brought a happy ending. Or the beginning, because the bustle of the city just isn't, and I'm ready ahead of time. I mean, man, this hasn't happened to me since I've had kids, and it's been almost a decade. Well done, Moste.
