This is why I hate repair men... and machines that need to be repaired.

Funny story: So I've been playing phone tage with the AC repair man until 11AM, when I finally talk to him. I let him know someone will be at the apartment after 3/3:30 ish. So Tiffany, being the wonderful and helpful person she is, comes back after her classes and sits in the stuffy apartyment until I get home. The repair man never shows. So I come through the door, assuming since Tiffany hasn't tweeted about the repair man coming and how we're blessed with cool air, and I am pretty mega pissed. I apologize to her that she had to waste her afternoon inside and in a hot apartment. I mini rant about the irresponsibility of a repair man that says he's gonna come by, but doesn't. Then I flip the switch for the AC, and walk outside. To my surprise, the fan that once was dead is now turning. 'Curious' I think to myself, so I walk inside and feel the vents, and I'll be damned if they weren't blowing out cold air.
So now, it's cooling off in the apartment, and I'm wondering why we didn't try to turn it on again sooner. It doesn't make sense that it wouldn't work for those three days, but then suddenly be alright... eh, oh well, at least we saved on the electric bill for a couple of months.