My mother, Kristen’s beloved Italian Nana, used to say… TROUBLE COMES IN THREES. It’s a way of preparing yourself AFTER the first disaster, that two more are soon to follow. Mom was right again. Let me give you an example.
My husband, Lynn, and I live in a ranch style house with two air conditioners on the roof. One would never do the job, unless it was a big-ass thing that a restaurant would use. Commercial sized. Each air conditioner handles 1/2 of the house. To keep them at their prime running condition, my husband and I change the filters the first week of every month. One filter is in the ceiling of the kitchen. The other is on the other side of the house in the hallway. Changing the filters is a job for one person. He doesn’t see it that way. I have a step ladder with three steps. Yes, you read that right… three steps and he still wants my help. Maybe it’s because I rub his leg while he is on the top step. I have no fucking idea, but he needs my help. Here comes disaster #1.
I placed the ladder in the kitchen under the metal grate door in the ceiling. He climbed up the three steps, pulled down the two hooks that keep the vent in place. He lowered the vent and let it hang from the ceiling by the hinges. Then, he took out the dirty filter and handed it to me, and I handed him a new filter. When he got down from the ladder he said, “Give me a few minutes and we can do the next one.”
I picked up the ladder and decided to go to the hallway and start. I climbed up the ladder and pulled down the two latches that hold the metal vent in place but the vent was stuck…it would not come down. I got down off the ladder and moved the ladder to the side of the hallway.
He came around the corner and said,”What are you doing?”
Before I could answer him, he stood under the metal vent and it fell on his head. Technically, it should have been hanging there by the hinges. But the weight of it tore it loose from the ceiling and cut his nose before it hit the ground.