My son called me at work the other day to tell me that the air conditioning unit was broken. He didn’t tell me what was wrong with it, or if I needed to pick up a new window air conditioning unit. He just told me that the air conditioning unit was broken. I was in the middle of the meeting, so I didn’t even think to call him back to find out what was going on. When I got to the house, I realized that when he said the AC unit was broken he met it was broken. The AC unit had not just quit running, but it somehow made its way out of the dining-room window and down onto the concrete. I told him to get his brother and get in the car, and we were heading to the home center. On the way to the home center to buy a new AC unit, I asked questions. I asked them if they had any idea how the air conditioner had got from the window down onto the concrete. Neither of them said a word, but there was a lot of flipping around to make sure they were making eye contact. Once again, I directed the question to them about how the air conditioning unit got down on the concrete. I let them know I knew that an air conditioning unit couldn’t just suddenly let loose from a window, nor could it propel itself from the window onto the concrete. This made them chuckle, but they fessed up and said it was all their fault. I told them that after buying the AC unit, we could see just how much fault it really was when I gave them the bill.