Tempers and Temperatures

Last night, my wife and I had a fight over the room temperature. It wasn’t anything major and was just over a difference of a few degrees, but it goes to show how important heating and cooling is. You see, she likes it hot, and I like it cold. It’s a Yin and Yang relationship that has caused many such disagreements over the years. I think we have the best air conditioning in Canberra, and it’s a shame we don’t use it as often as we could. But she likes her heating, and there’s not much I can do about it.

But after a warm day outside in the garden, I wasn’t going to lie down without a fight. That soft cool breeze was all I needed, but she thought I should just have a cold shower. That wasn’t good enough for me. She asked how we were going to sort this out, then. We decided to have a game of rock, paper, scissors. I won, but she demanded that we play again, for two-out-of-three. I won the next game, and it became three-out-of-five. When I won that too, she claimed it wasn’t fair. I knew her too well for it to be a game of equal chance. So, I suggested we flip a coin. I called heads, and sure enough, on heads, it landed. I would be getting my precious air conditioning after all.

Well, in the end, it turned out that she won. After all that, it was broken. Typical. It was ages since we had our last air conditioning service.In Canberra, that wouldn’t usually be an issue, but that night was strangely warm for spring. It was forced to bear it, even though I had won. It wasn’t fair, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. It’s not like somebody was going to magically knock on our door and offer to fix it. Sure enough, she was ecstatic. Meanwhile, I was suffering. I don’t know why I expected anything different.