When my younger cousin was in college, he moved in with me us for a fall semester just so that he could save on the fees for living in the dorms. We didn’t mind having him there and he chipped in for groceries and part of the utilities. Unfortunately, his meager contributions were not nearly enough to keep up with his love for the air conditioner. I don’t know if my cousin was just naturally hot blooded or what, but he was always complaining about how hot it was in our place and he was constantly covered in sweat! It made him seem like he was uncomfortable all the time, too. Anyway, one day I was wondering why I was so cold, I mean, it was the middle of September and I expected to be warm. I looked at our thermostat 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 thermostat could even go! I thought, at first, that something was wrong with the digital thermostat and it had malfunctioned. That was the only thing I could think of that would have changed the setting that low. The air conditioner must have run for hours to get it down to 62 degrees in our condo since it was close to 90 outside. Come to find out, the thermostat hadn’t malfunctioned at all, my cousin had taken it upon himself to turn the air conditioner down as far as it would go because he was too hot in our house.