My Aunt and Her Temperature Pet Peeves

I guess all the people has that one Aunt that drives them crazy. Well, I am no exception to this rule. My Aunt Margaret is the funniest yet weirdest person I know. She is undoubtedly the life of the gathering wherever she goes. As a child, I used to adore to go to her house because she would basically let us adolescents do whatever my good friend and I wanted as long as my good friend and I weren’t getting into trouble or bothering her. It wasn’t till I was in my twenties that my Aunt entirely started to drive me insane. When I moved out and got married, Aunt Margaret insisted on going to see me every Sunday and Thursday whether I agreed to it or not. By far, the most aggravating thing that she did was mess with my control unit. No matter what I had the temperature set to in my house, she had to change it. The first time she did it, I had the temperature set to seventy degrees, and she changed it to eighty. I didn’t even realize it until she had already went home, and our house felt entirely warm. She did the same thing whenever she rode with me in the car. I would have the a/c set at a certain temperature, and she consistently had to adjust it. One time, it was the dead of winter, and, of course, I had the heat on, even though she insisted that it was too moderate in the car, and she turned the heat completely off with both me and my two year old in the car. Even with all her crazy ways, I can’t help but adore deranged old Aunt Margaret.

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