His brother wanted him to look at the air conditioning unit and see if it could be fixed.
I walked into the house last week, and there was a broken air conditioning unit sitting in my living room. I had told no one to get the AC unit out of storage, and I didn’t know why it was out. I talked to my son, but he didn’t seem to know anything about it. My daughter told me that if I had questions about the AC unit; I should talk to dad. My husband wasn’t home, so how was I going to talk to him? All I knew was that the window AC unit was smashed in pieces and taking up residence on my new living room carpet. I went back to my son and told him that since the air conditioner was in the living room; I had to deduce that someone had put it there. That someone had to be someone in our house. He swore he didn’t touch the air conditioning unit. My daughter swore she never touched the air conditioning unit. I finally called my husband and asked what he knew about the broken window air conditioning unit that was sitting in our living room. He said his brother had brought it over and put it on the table. His brother wanted him to look at the air conditioning unit and see if it could be fixed. Okay. My husband was an HVAC technician and his help was often required, but why was it smashed? About that time, our bruiser mastiff came bounding into the room looking like an innocent. He sniffed the air conditioning unit, laid down and hid his eyes in his paws. I knew it had to be someone in this house that had smashed the AC unit.