"Is it me or is the A/C blowing hot air.....?"

I was lured out of my house and comfort zone because I was told that I was going to get fitted for an awesome outfit and then out to lunch. Somehow I ended up at the mechanic with the driver trying to figure out why the A/C wasn't working properly.

Now, as any self-respecting Lagosian knows, there is absolutely no way that you can actually be at a mechanics workshop for anything less than an eternity but the mechanics and the driver conspired and told me that it would take no more than 30minutes...and I "chopped".

Needless to say, six hours later I am still there, possibly having what can only be described as a sunstroke and being entertained by a rather erotic show of a worker pouring 2 bags of "pure water" over himself to beat the heat. At this point I have resolved to just accepting my fate and was trying to find an adequately soft spot to just die on but then it happened, we were done! The waves of emotion that crashed over me cannot be explained in actual words. It was all okay, we were leaving, I wouldn't die here, I might actually get to eat real food instead of dirt and car parts and to top it all off, the A/C would be working properly.

I got in the car, ready to take a nap the whole way home and no more than a mile from the mechanic's shop the driver looks to me and says "Is it me or is the A/C blowing hot air.....?"

xo, Nola