The air conditioner in my current junk car took a massive shit last week. It’s been over 90 degrees, with matching humidity. i’ve had to wear suits for a variety of work functions, driving from meeting to meeting.
Giving a presentation with pit stains, hair plastered to your head with salty perspiration, while giant globules of sweat dangle from the tip of your nose is a fantastic technique to use should you want to make sure no one hears a word you have to say. My future career as a motivational speaker may have just hit a speed bump.
Arriving for a ‘beer lunch’ offsite strategy session with colleagues last Thursday, i squished noisily into my seat, yet again a human sweat molecule. The guys listened while i ranted about the A/C crapping out at the worst possible time, and my continued rants about not wanting to put another dime into a car that i’ll be disposing of shortly.
Helpful Geek: Hey, Glenn was just charging up the A/C on his clunker in the parking lot last week. Bet he could fix you right up…
daisyfae: Glenn? Human Garbage Disposal Glenn?
Every office has one of these. The guy who eats anything. Complaining that his trousers are a bit tight, as he inhales Reese’s Cup Miniatures at the communal candy jar, arms spinning as if they are water-cooled factory robots. We love him, and will on occasion test his gastronomical limits.
Two weeks ago, a funnel cake appeared on the admin desk. Being a sugar-hound, i poked at it, but it was stiff as a corpse, and seemed like an odd thing to have at work. Carnival fare. Why was it here?
Turns out, it was over a week old, and the guys put it out to see how long it would take before it disappeared. There was wagering. Invariably, it was gone by the end of the day. Glenn ate it. All of it.
So when they’d suggested that the quirky nerd-boy might be able to help me out, i was a little suspicious. He’s got technical know-how, and is good at what he does, but i’d never have taken him for a gear head. Catching him late morning – naturally, as he walked past my office towards the candy bowl – i asked if he could help.
From the cluttered floor of the back seat of his car, he produced a little pressurization rig, with a can of R134a-plus, and proceeded to show me how to do it. Took all of five minutes, draining the can of refrigerant.
Next week, i’ll be bringing him a replacement can, along with a bag of Reese’s Miniatures. Fresh ones.