Be Sure to Sport a Bro

I have truly lost it. Today I went to a local discount store, and they had a floor model 18000 BTU wall air conditioner for sale for $128. I was not going to pass that up. It’s Chinese; I don’t care. An American wall unit will last at least five years, and a lot of them last twenty. I’m sure I can squeeze at least three years out of this baby. That’s a bargain, and anything beyond that, I consider gravy.

Now I have to bang a big hole in the garage wall.

I checked with an expert, and I’ve been told that a hole this size in a cinderblock wall requires no support whatsoever. Hooray for me. I can cut the hole, add pressure-treated wood held in place with tapcons, shove the unit in, and relax in the now-air-conditioned disco garage.

I can’t believe that price. I didn’t get a remote control or a manual with it, but for $128, I can get off my butt and push the buttons by hand. I didn’t get the little brackets that hold the unit up, but fabricating some should take about fifteen minutes.

It’s way bigger than I need, BTU-wise, but it’s very compact, so it will fit in a small hole. It has no heating cycle, but I don’t need one! Perfect for my needs. Online, I kept seeing 15,000-BTU units for almost $600, delivered. Forget THAT.

I just wish I had room for a pool table out there.