For the last several weeks, my wife has been asking when I will get my car’s air conditioning serviced.  This occasional request has perplexed me.  Sure my car is getting older, but the AC works fine.  Certainly on hot days, the interior of the car isn’t perfect, but it seemed acceptable.  As a result, I would smile, nod, and continue driving.  Yep, I’ll get it looked at…  as soon as it stops working.

The other day, the request surfaced again.  Frustrated, I asked for specifics regarding the problem.  Had it taken too long for the car to cool?  Did she not like my tendency to drive with the windows down?  Was it actually too hot for her?

Equally frustrated, my wife gently took my hand and placed it over her AC vent.  Nothing.  Nothing, but hot air.  On my side, nothing but cool air.  For months, I had apparently been slow roasting all of my passengers.

Um, not a good situation, unless I wanted to convert my car to an oven.  Bad idea.  I know, unlike the selectively broken AC.