Cooler than you.

Finally got an air conditioner installed. I prepped by clearing out the flower box that ceased to hold soil after Kitty decided her grass feeder was a litter box. I also did a quick search for any embarrassing items lying around on the living room floor, but came up with only some dirty undies. Finally, I got rid of anything remotely reminiscent of a delivery man-porn scenario (not really, my apartment would unlikely fit that bill.)

They were really nice and fast, and they gave me a little remote approved by the The National Council on Unnecessary Caloric Burning. You've probably seen their seal of endorsement on a leaf blower or a self stirring coffee cup.

I admit now I did not ask for ID or anything when they came over like I should have. But I did have two things in my pockets for them. In the right pocket was mace, as I always have when strange men are alone with me in my apartment, and in the left pocket was some cash to say, "Hey, good job, I appreciate your work, and thanks for not raping me."

In case you are wondering, my mace remains full and my left pocket empty. And now I'm cooler than you.