I was legitimately sad when my a/c machine died.
It was only a year old, and there was no reason why the a/c machine should have died.
I was pacing the house, waiting for the HVAC worker to arrive. I was going to show him my warranty and make sure he followed the warranty and repaired the a/c machine for free, or got me a new one. I wanted to make sure there were no recalls on the a/c, that would affect the way it worked. A part of me knew I was being insufficient, even though I wasn’t going to let him pull any wool over my eyup. I was going into this A/C service with my eyup wide open, and I was going to make sure he knew I was going to be taken. When the HVAC worker arrived, he asked what had happened to the a/c machine and I told him. I told him about the warranty and how old the a/c machine was. I also told him I had bought a service agreement when they installed the a/c unit. He told me he understood and he already had all the information in his pocket he had with him. He went outside and looked at the a/c. He came back inside with a puzzled look on his face. He went over to the control machine to check it out. He asked me when I had last changed the batteries in the control unit. I started to tell him I change them on December 1st every year. That’s when I remembered I had gone home to visit my parents this past Christmas. I had forgotten to change the batteries. My control machine batteries died, along with the a/c.