“Let me see what the problem is,” he said as he began inspecting our A/C unit. “Great,” I replied and let him into the common area. “I’m here to fix you’re A/C unit.” He had a deep low voice to match his husky frame. I usually recognized the regular maintenance guys who’d be over often to fix the A/C, but I’d never seen this guy before.

I hurried to the door and opened it to see a large burly man with a dense ginger beard and a toolbox. I let out a frustrating sigh and turned my fan on high as I continued to try to write my research paper despite the humidity.Ī few minutes later I heard knocking on the door and a loud shout, “Maintenance!” “I’ll be right over,” he said and hung up. “What room are you in?” A gruff voice answered. “Hello, my A/C went out again,” I said annoyed. Since I had to call maintenance so often, I almost knew the maintenance number by heart. “There’s no way I’m renewing my lease to this apartment,” I thought frustrated. The A/C went out almost every other month, but on a sweltering hot summer day like this I couldn’t stand it much longer. I wiped the sweat off my brow as I sat at my desk in my hot apartment. “Ugh the A/C must be broken again,” I thought.