The neighbors had told me the situation was terrible, but I did not expect it to be to that extent.
Dean was lying on the floor, probably passed out drunk. The stench of rotting fast food filled the house. The Nirvana t-shirt he wore was soaking wet, perhaps because the place was so hot one could barely function. As I walked towards Dean, I stepped on something sticky that I dared not to investigate. When I checked his pulse, he was still breathing. I tried switching on the air conditioning installation, but nothing happened, so I opened the windows. I called a cleaning crew first and then the air conditioning business. The a/c rep asked if I had noticed any noises from the heat pump, but I told him he needed to come urgently and be ready for anything. From the state of the house, it was safe to assume that the air conditioner tune-up was the least of my worries. I poured cold water on Dean, which managed to stir him up. I helped him to the bathroom and hoped he was still lucid enough to bathe. The cooling specialist arrived two hours later, half an hour behind the cleaning crew. He pretended not to notice the mess while I directed him to the cooling equipment. After inspecting the cooling products, he immediately started on the air conditioning repair. He then replaced the air conditioning filter and told me I was lucky the air conditioning system was using the latest cooling technology; otherwise, I would have had to buy a new device. The air conditioning expert wanted to talk more about air conditioning, but he decided to spare since I could not listen. It was going to be a long day for me.