LIF and the Air ConditionerPosted: July 27, 2009
Yesterday on the way home from Long Island, we discovered that the AC was broken. Of course it had to break during the first 90 degree day of the summer. So, sitting on the Cross Bronx expressway in traffic was extra special. Breathing in fresh fumes from the trucks combined with someone’s extra loud radio makes for a fun filled LIF experience. What is LIF you ask?
LIF is not a word!
Yes, I Know that. Thank… You. [sigh]
LIF stands for Long Island Fun. LIF is all encompassing. LIF is the drama involved with packing than unpacking than packing and unpacking again. LIF is sitting on the Cross Bronx expressway in traffic crawling to (or from) the Throgs Neck Bridge. LIF is a new word I’ll be saying / writing alot. It is me bitching about everything Long Island with one simple word: LIF.
Back to the AC-
I am not really sure what is wrong with it, hopefully it just needs to be recharged. Laurie is going to ask some of the mechanics at her job to take a gander at the AC.
In addition to the AC, the Saturn needs four tires. Two fronts are bald and one of the rear tires slowly leaks.
Luckily, across the street from Laurie’s job is a Tire & AC repair shop. Stay tuned.