How much is comfort worth to you? How about your health? How much are you willing to suffer to save $50?
Over the last two days, I’ve had an exchange of e-mails with a couple who wrote to ask me for tips on staying comfortable in an RV in Arizona’s hot weather. They told me they are staying in a small RV Park in the Phoenix area and will be here for at least another month while dealing with a family issue. They said last weekend when the temperature climbed into the triple digits the thermometer inside their motorhome read 117°. They said both of them were sick and their dog was throwing up over the weekend and on Monday.
With most RVs I have been in, you can lower the inside temperature by 20° or 30° by running your rooftop air conditioner, if you keep all of your windows and blinds closed, and window awnings go a long way toward helping. But these things are not made to be all weather rigs, no matter what the salesman told you.
But in my exchange with this couple, I learned that they are not running their air-conditioning because the RV park they are in told them it would cost an extra $50 per month and they told me they just cannot justify that extra expense. They are on a flat rate electric plan and the RV park owner told them he would be losing money at the $50, but was willing to accept that.
I would think they were pulling my leg if I hadn’t had several other e-mail exchanges with this couple in the past, and I know they’re for real. We had another reader a few years ago that had a similar issue and refused to run his air-conditioning because he knew it would cost more money. I’m sorry, but I just don’t understand that kind of thinking.
How much is comfort worth to you? I’m not rich by any means, but I’d damn sure pay $50 if it was the difference between being miserable and making life bearable. We’re only talking $1.66 a day! If I couldn’t afford that I think I’d have to rethink my priorities. I hate extremes of cold or heat, but if I’m stuck someplace, I’m willing to spend a few dollars to make it tolerable.
Yesterday we dropped off the first load of papers at the commercial mail service in Scottsdale, and then drove to the Social Security office so Terry could apply for her new card with our married name on it. We took our Kindles along because we thought it would take a while, but we were in an and out of the place in less than 15 minutes. Who can complain about that kind of service?
Thought For The Day – Choose your battles wisely because if you fight them all you’ll be too tired to win the really important ones.