Here’s a good story about ac for you. I was a teenager and my dad had a good year so we put in central ac. The compressor was under my window on the ground at the side of the house. Now for context....drinking age in neighboring NY State was 18 at the time. So by 16 we would go into NYC and get by. One night I came home way toasted. After getting by my mother who was up late...I got to my room. Then it hit me that I was going to barf. So I used the waste basket in my room. I then dumped it out the window. Roll ahead about a month for the first hot day that ac was needed. There’s my mother trying to figure out why the house stinks of vomit....