There are the annoying constants in life we expect, such as taxes or annoying people ahead of us in line at airport scanners. Then there are the constants that keep cropping up, unexpected, but so often that after a while you'd think a person would know better.
Mine seems to be air conditioning or, rather, the lack of air conditioning. Now, this was fine when I was a camp counselor and, let's face it, part of being a college student is learning to live under odd conditions with a smile. (Well, for me it was, at least; I realize that for others it was not.)
As a quasi-adult, though, I'm heading into my fifth summer without air conditioning because I cannot get mine fixed. Each time the repair has been a small and simple one, and I am sure that it is this time, too. Granted, I choose to spend money each month on luxuries, such as fresh vegetables and an Internet connection, and, at the end of the day, I'll choose them again.
However, I reserve the right to curse at my student loan check sitting in the mailbox.