Fan Discomfiture

When we decided where to move when we got married, we didn't think through the fact that summers on the third floor in Provo can be brutal without an A/C. We are trying to decide if we should get one, or come to terms with the thought that we will be little simmering pools of liquid by the end of this summer without one. The one advantage is that errands sound a lot more appealing:

Chris: Do you want to go grocery shopping?
Me: Go walk around in an air-conditioned building?! LET'S GO!

As we have been in the process of weighing the pros and cons, we decided to at least get a fan to ease the heat. When we first turned that baby on in our living room, oh, what joy was there to behold! It has made such a difference in being able to sleep- and ultimately survive!- the evenings in our apartment. We have been very happy with it.

But of course, there is two sides to every coin. The full recognition of the downside to our revered fan been a long time coming.

But at last, the time is upon us.

It only took a few times of one of us letting off a foul stench that the full comprehension dawned on us. Typically, times like those at best can pass unnoticed, and even at the worst, simply ignored. But when you let off a fragrant boon and you are in front of a fan, there is no going back. That odor is going to be flung straight on in both of your unsuspecting faces, without dilution or any hope of escaping the furious wind tunnel.

But still, the pros outweigh the cons-the fan stays

Our Wiley Double-Edged Sword