These are the days where I love living in an upstairs apartment overlooking a pond.

I woke up with the birds singing, a nice breeze blowing through the open window. It’s 67 degrees outside, 70 inside, and I can hear my wind chimes. Very serene.

…and then the neighbor’s air conditioner comes on.

Excuse me? What, am I living next door to Mr. Chill? It’s 67 degrees outside! Give me a break!

When that stupid air conditioner kicks on, it’s no longer a peaceful, bird-chirping wind-chiming morning. It’s a big rattling-fan-from-Hell scare-the-birds drown-out-nature kind of morning.

I wonder what would happen if I jam a metal rod down into the fan blades?