This is my family. We are holding an air conditioner.
The good news: I have air conditioning! The bad news: We have trust issues. I also attempted to strangle my mother in a Canadian Tire. Sample conversation: Me: Hmm, it looks like they don't have any air conditioners, let's go. Sister: Are those Doritos? Mom: You should ask someone, just in case. Me: Can we just go? The air conditioner shelf is empty. They obviously would have re-stocked it if there were some. Sister: And Smart Food! I miss that! Mom: I told you if we should have tried the Etobicoke Canadian Tire before coming down here. I think you should ask someone. Me, gesturing wildly: THEY DON'T HAVE ANY. SEE??? Mom: Oh look, I'll just ask that man... Me: Don't bother, they don't have any. Seriously, this is a waste of time. Mom (to man): Do you have any air conditioners? Insert a huge sigh here on my behalf Man: Some at the front but let me check the system... oh, they have the one you want in our Etobicoke location... Me: Oh. My. God. Mom: Well. I did say that we-- Me: CAN WE PLEASE NOT TALK ABOUT IT? PLEASE? Sister: I can't believe this is my life.
This conversation was repeated in a Rona, Home Hardware, Home Depot, and a Harvey's, with escalating tension and voices.
So let's just bring this back to the good news. Eventually, we found an air conditioner, wrangled it out to the car, drove to my apartment where two strangers helped us carry it up to my third floor sweltering jungle apartment, and then finally all agreed to let go and not let the Air Conditioner plummet to it's death.
I already feel more rational. I blame that entire debacle on the heat and not the potential, suggested hypothesis that I am, in fact, irrational and possessing the potential of acting like a small child when I am wrong.