Why did the air conditioner guy come to the garden room door at the back of the house when he was working on the compressor at the front of the house?
And why was he carrying a cellphone on which he had taken photographs of the Spork family’s front porch?
And why was he excited and exclaiming that in 25 years working on air conditioners and dodging fierce dogs and fiercer cats this was a first?
And why did the Sporks invite their neighbor over to see what the air conditioner guy saw?
Come to think of it, why did the Sporks have an air conditioner guy’s truck in their driveway anyhow?
An air conditioner compressor that sounded as if it was loaded with loose bolts and washers – that’s why.
And Spork Minor, who has often been designated the meanest Spork even though she isn’t – was nasty enough on this day to include the name of the company that made the broken compresser replaced for a cool 1600 – and we are talking dollars here not francs – in one of the photographs.
Not to mention that the compressor generally lasts for 20 years or so – and this time – didn’t.
The fawn did not mind the unbudgeted expense. It spent the day on the porch while the Sporks snuck out side doors and back doors and didn’t mow the lawn or weed the garden.
Some time after sundown, it was retrieved by its mother.
