I’m a worrier

When my cousin was at the university, she moved in with my wife and I for one semester just so that she could save money on rent. We didn’t mind having her there and she chipped in money for groceries and some of the utilities. Unfortunately, her meager contributions were not nearly enough to keep up with her constant use of the air conditioner. I didn’t know if my cousin was just naturally hot blooded or what, but she was always complaining about how hot it was in our home and she would walk around dripping with sweat! It made her seem like she was distraught all the time, too. Anyway, one morning I was wondering why I was so cold, I mean, it was the middle of June I expected to be warm. I looked at our temperature control that was at the top of the stairs and I saw that the temperature had been turned all the way down to 62 degrees! That was the lowest that the temperature control could even go! I thought that there was a problem with the programmable unit and it needed to be repaired. The air conditioner must have run constantly for five hours or so to get it down to 62 degrees in our home since it was close to 90 outside. Come to find out, the temperature control hadn’t malfunctioned at all; my cousin had taken it upon herself to turn the air conditioner down as far as it would go because she was too hot in our house. I guess if she were paying the entire energy bill I wouldn’t have minded so much.

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