Our air-conditioner guy just died last week. Barely knew the guy. But the time my mother broke the news, I almost choked by the piece of crab leg I was struggling to eat. She said he died of heart attack while jogging. I could only say “but why?” We call him Mr. Frankie, because..it’s his name. And sadly just about the only thing we knew of him. About a month earlier, my air-con wouldn’t breathe even the smallest amount of breeze….