Remember this little feat of engineering? It got fixed this morning when that pesky air conditioner was replaced with an AC/heater combo unit. It solved the (current) too-cold living room problem and the (summer) air-conditioned floor problem all at once.
The guys who came to change out the unit were nice and professional and easy to understand. They even pretended to understand me (no easy feat with my caveman Italian). One of the embassy maintenance guys came by as they should have been about done and stayed with them after I had to leave the house.
Fast-forward a few hours, and I got home. The house was nice and toasty. Too warm, in fact. I started looking around for the heater's remote. Couldn't find it anywhere. Figured out how to take the front panel off the unit so I could access the emergency operation switches. Found the operation manuals lying in plain sight. But nope, no remote.
So I called Kevin, who went to track down the maintenance guy. Who must have said, "I left the remote in that little holder made specifically for holding the remote. You know, the one on the wall right beside the thing?" And may even have added, "You know your wife is crazy, don't you?"
Yep, Kevin wasn't too thrilled when he called to ask whether I'd checked where the remote should have been all along. He was even less thrilled when I said no, no I hadn't looked there. And yes, yes it was there. Just waiting to be discovered and turn the dang heater off just as it was intended to.
I at least get some points for telling the whole world this story, don't I?
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Ha! I've lived in my current house for over a year, and I still check everywhere for the remotes before remembering that they're attached to the wall.
Too funny!
It's not your fault. You've been conditioned to life with a toddler. Nothing is ever where it's supposed to be. Just wait. Next time you'll probably find a Matchbox car and a graham cracker there instead of a remote.
Ditto on Lisa's comment; I never look for anything where it ought to be. I look in the toy box first.
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