It was a super hot and humid Tuesday in July. As I finished up the last of my tasks at work, I realized I was lucky to have an air conditioned office. I shutdown my computer and waited for my workday to end. I was happy with the cool air from the air conditioner pouring down from the vents overhead. There was a knock at my door, and a delivery man asked me to sign for a package. I could see he was delighted to step inside a nice, cool air conditioned space. When I opened the package, there was a gorgeous dress. I knew it was from my boyfriend Bob. He had included a note asking me to join him for a fancy dinner that evening. We had been dating for over three years. I was getting impatient for him to finally ask me to marry him. I finished up my jobs, left my air conditioned office and headed outside. The heat and humidity was awful. I turned on the air conditioner in the car and waited for the air to turn cool. When I walked inside my apartment, and noticed it felt as if the furnace was blasting. I tried adjusting the thermostat down a little, but it had no effect. There was no way I could get ready for a date without a working air conditioner! I contacted an HVAC corporation and they offered to send a technician over as soon as possible. I called Bob and told him I wouldn’t be able to join him for dinner because of the problem with the air conditioner. A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I was surprised to find Bob on the doorstep. He was knelt down and holding up a lovely diamond ring! The HVAC contractor showed up at the same time. He watched the whole proposal take place.