I wasn’t sure if I should leave my partner home alone when the HVAC technician was supposed to be arriving. I knew most of the HVAC technicians in the HVAC company we used, but there were a few new ones that I hadn’t yet met. It isn’t that I didn’t trust my partner, but he was odd when new people came to the door. He often hid from them, and if the HVAC technician arrived, and he didn’t know them, he may head into the bedroom and lock the door. When my partner called me, I knew the worst had happened. I couldn’t find him when I got home. I had him on the phone talking to him, but he was so hysterical that I couldn’t understand him. I finally found out the HVAC technician was not someone he knew. He ran into the basement and was hiding behind the furnace. Lucky for him, I had called the HVAC company and taked to the HVAC technician. He had repaired the air conditioning unit, and left the bill in the screen door out back. He apologized if he had caused any problems with my partner. I finally found him and told him it was safe to come upstairs. The HVAC technician was gone, and he left the bill behind. Bill came out and he was still shaking. He asked me if I saw the size of that HVAC technician and said I almost lost my partner to him. Had he not been happy being a house husband, he would have gladly followed the HVAC technician anywhere.
My daughter was flirting with the HVAC technician.
I got home last week, and my daughter was out back in her bikini. Seeing her laying by the pool isn’t unusual. What was unusual was that she was out there while the HVAC technician was working on the air conditioning. The last few times the HVAC technician was there, he was old and heavy set. I couldn’t believe my daughter would be out there with an old man. When I got around the house, there stood a different HVAC technician and I could understand why my seventeen-year-old daughter was in the backyard. The HVAC tech couldn’t have been much over twenty, and he was cute. He reminded me of my best friend’s son. I went into the house, not wanting her to be embarrassed. I called out as I got into the kitchen, giving her a chance to come inside. She came in and said the HVAC tech was out there, and headed inside. When the HVAC tech came in to give me the bill, he was looking around. I asked if he needed something. He looked at me like he didn’t realize there was someone else in the house. About that time, my daughter came downstairs with a pair of shorts on and offered to walk him out to the service van. I grabbed her arm and told her to behave. She smiled and reminded me he was an HVAC technician, so he was too old for her right now. In two months, he wouldn’t be, and she was going to give him her birth date and phone number. All I could do was laugh.
The HVAC technician gave us an air filter for homes with a lot of pets.
After putting a new air conditioning in the house, I was wondering if I had gotten the right one.
We had fifteen dogs and six cats in our house, and I always worried if they smelled.
I noticed nothing, but our neighbor did. She was my best friend, and she hadn’t been to the house in almost a year. I finally asked her why I always had to come to her house. At first I thought it was because of the baby. That’s when she told me it was because my house smelled horrible. She told me that ever since I got the animals; the house had become pungent. She told me I needed an extra strong air purification system and different air filters. I asked what she meant about air filters. She told me to ask the HVAC technician when he came over to install the air purification system. I got the hint, and I told my husband. He thought she was exaggerating, but he thought about his mother’s comment about the stench in our house. He called the HVAC company and asked about a whole home air purification system. When the HVAC tech arrived, I asked him for air filters that were made for families with multiple animals. He brought one in and gave me a card with the information on it, then went to work installing the whole home air purification system. The next time we went out and came back in, there was a distinct smell in the house. It smelled of fresh air and not animals.
My daughter’s friend broke her leg in the air vent.
I had been telling my husband that we put the air vent in the spare room in an area where there was nothing beneath it.
He didn’t worry about it, because the air vent was behind the bed.
I don’t think he realized our daughter was getting older, and she always had friends up in that bedroom. He had closed the air vent off because of its location, so there was no heat or air conditioning flowing through it. He thought that was my concern. My concern was that if someone stepped on the air vent, it could break free and someone would be injured. I told him we needed to get a contractor to repair that area or pulled up the carpet and put a piece of wood over it. He didn’t like either idea. My next suggestion was that we call the HVAC company and see if they could help. He said that both suggestions would cost money and he would fix it when he got the time. My thought was that it would never get repaired. I was going to go to the home repair store the next day, but that never happened. My daughter had her friend over that night. She walked to the other side of the bed and stepped on the air vent. When the air vent broke free, her leg fell into the hole and was stuck. Her ankle was broken, and they needed to take her into emergency surgery. I didn’t know how I was going to tell her mother about the air vent and how her daughter got injured.
The dog peed in the air vent.
I couldn’t figure out what the weird smell was that was coming from the air vent.
I tried to clean the air vent, but it didn’t help. Every day, the odor was getting stronger, and I was getting upset. I talked to my husband about the odor, but he didn’t spend any time in my yoga studio, so he didn’t notice any change. I called the HVAC company and made an appointment to have a technician come to the house. When the HVAC arrived, he said he couldn’t see anything, but he wanted to know when we had the ductwork cleaned. I couldn’t remember ever having the ductwork cleaned, so I had him made an appointment with the ductwork cleaners. Three days later, I had the ductwork cleaners in the house. They checked for any holes or cracks where bugs could get inside, but that seemed to be fine. After cleaning and sanitizing the ductwork, I was told that should take care of our problem. Two days later, I noticed the odor again. It wasn’t until my husband was outside cutting the grass that we solved the mystery of our odor. My dog was using the air vent to relieve himself when there was no one inside to let him out of the house. The only good thing about that situation was that I was glad it wasn’t winter, where the smell may have been even worse. I was now wondering where we were going to put in a doggie door that leads into the backyard. I’m glad it doesn’t need to be a big door.
What happened to our AC unit?
I don’t know how long it would have taken me to notice the air conditioning unit was gone? I rarely park in the driveway.
- My husband comes home after me, and I leave earlier.
I prefer to park in front of the house. My husband was away on a fishing trip. I pulled into the driveway and it was hard to miss that the air conditioning unit was gone. It sits right next to the back door. I was going to call my husband and ask if he knew anything about the air conditioning disappearing. I wished I hadn’t called him because I was sure he would want to come home. I didn’t want him to give up his fishing trip. I called the HVAC company and asked them about the AC unit, but that wasn’t until I reported a stolen AC unit to the police. The person who answered knew nothing, but she put me through to the HVAC tech worked in that location that dad. He got on the phone and told me he had a work order to remove an old AC unit and they would install the new one the following day. I didn’t need a new air conditioning unit. Mine was only five years old. The HVAC technician read back the address on his work order, which was mine. I wasn’t off the phone when he asked me to hold on for a minute. He got back on the phone and apologized while telling me they had given him the wrong address. He would bring an AC unit back that evening.
My daughter thought a werewolf was working on our air conditioning unit.
Last week, I left my fifteen-year-old daughter home while I went shopping.
I needed someone at the house when the HVAC technician arrived.
She was upset that she couldn’t go shopping, but it was just for groceries. I told her I would be gone for only an hour. I worried she would be so upset that if the HVAC tech arrived, she would ignore him. My daughter could be horrible when she wanted to be. As it was, when I got home, she was hiding in her bedroom. I asked if the HVAC tech had arrived. She said he was outside right now, but I shouldn’t go out there. She thought a werewolf was working on our air conditioning unit. She told me she wasn’t on drugs, but the guy looked like a werewolf. I had to look outside. There was a young man with long curly hair, a while beard and mustache, and heavy eyebrows. I didn’t know he was an HVAC technician. My cousin hadn’t told me he was home from college. I said hello to him and asked if he needed a bottle of water, then went back inside. He was a cousin about five removed, but his mom and I were good friends. I called my daughter down and told her the werewolf said he was almost done with the AC unit. When I said she was related to him; her mouth dropped open, and she ran to the mirror. I promised her it skipped a generation, but it was less common among the girls. My cousin, the HVAC tech, brought me the bill. He looked at my daughter and told her they were both in the same generation.
I expected to see Dracula come to the door.
When I saw the address on the work order, I was ready to tell them I wouldn’t go there; anywhere but there would be great.
One of the other HVAC techs saw the work order, and he laughed. He didn’t know I had it when he nudged me and said he was glad it wasn’t him. The house looked like one you expected to see Dracula come to the door. The outside was black from the top of the roof to the ground. They even painted the chimney black. The closer I got to the house, I was imagining all the reasons the occupants would need air conditioning. I thought they may need air conditioning to keep the blood fresh. Being a Dracula, he may keep his prey fresh until he could get to them. Then I wondered where he would keep his prey. Maybe they would be kept in the dungeon where it would be cool. What if I had to service a furnace, and it was in the dungeon with the prey? What if I was to become his next prey? When I pulled up to the house, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get out of the service van. A young woman came out of the house and took me inside. She said they needed a complete HVAC system in the house. About that time, a real Dracula came out of the living room. My wife shook me awake and told me I had to go to that house and repair the AC, no matter how big a coward I was.
He told me the wrong thing about the AC unit.
When I called the HVAC company, I wanted some information about changing the air filter in the air conditioning unit.
I had never changed the air filter before because my husband used to do it for me.
Now that he is gone, I am left to do everything on my own. I considered calling my ex, but since he had to give me the house in the divorce, I didn’t think he would appreciate coming over and showing me how to take care of it. When the HVAC technician showed up, he showed me how to change the air filter, but that is all he showed me. I needed to know where to find the air filters that I thought were in the house. When I couldn’t find them in the basement or pantry, I went outside into the garage. The garage housed my car, but every tool, including the ones my father gave me, was gone. I was really upset, and I knew I had to call my ex. First, I called dad and asked him what he would do. He was so upset about my ex taking my tools that he headed to his house. He asked my ex where the tools were, and he said I gave them to him. He then asked about the air filters. My dad was six inches taller and almost 100 pounds heavier, and my ex was afraid of him. He got every tool, two boxes of air filters, and several other things that were mine, and put them in the car. Dad shook his hand and walked out with a smile.
Their music was distracting.
I was working in an air conditioning unit last week.
The homeowners had planned a party for that day.
Instead of having me show up the following day or the day before, they agreed to my arriving today. The party was in full swing when I arrived. The music was so loud and distracting that I was making more mistakes than I had ever made. I was torn between asking them to turn the music down and leaving to pick up some parts. I knew I would not need any parts, but I also would get nothing done with balls flying, kids screaming, and music so loud I couldn’t concentrate. I walked over to the service van, and no one noticed. I called the shop and told them what was going on. I needed to vent to someone, and who better than the HVAC company boss? He asked if I had said anything, but no one even realized I was there. It was as if I was invisible. The boss told me to come back to the HVAC company. He had an idea and it just may work. We had an HVAC technician who had a hearing defect. Without his hearing aid, he couldn’t hear a thing. He was going to call Joe and ask if he would do the AC repair, since the loud music and people wouldn’t bother him. Two hours later, Joe showed up at the HVAC company and told us he had finished the air conditioning repair. No one noticed he wasn’t the original HVAC technician, or that he was gone for nearly an hour.