So do you remember when we lived in LB and my most embarrassing repairman call was to the garage door company?...Well, let me remind you. The garage door wouldn't open and the reason was because I was pushing the wrong button on the opener.
Today, I have just tied or exceeded the embarrassing call. A couple of weeks ago my furnace stopped working. Called the furnace company that fills my oil tank and does the maintenance on the furnace. Woody came out and fixed it and it was a legitimate problem that needed fixing. Great guy. He knows the garage code to come in on his own. Knows not to let the cats out etc. This morning the furnace again wasn't working. I called them back and requested Woody because he was just out here and hopefully, whatever the problem is it will be still covered from the last bill.
Woody was here for all of 5minutes....it was the batteries in the thermostat! Bless his heart, he said he'd tell the company he works for that it was a loose wire or something. What a guy!
I've been sitting outside on Mom's swing with a blanket in the sun. Its warmer this way than in the house, but not now...the furnace is back to running again and surprisingly the thermostat numbers and other information are so much brighter. Sort of like the difference when the printer is running out of ink and then putting in new cartridges...very bright!
Great way to have a precious day off activity.
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Here's my most embarrassing: Beep! Beep! Beep! Sounded like it was coming from the hallway. I called ADT and INSISTED that they come straight away to my house immediately because the beeping was driving me crazy. I was half-crazed so I was quite insistent - and 100% sure it was the fire alarm. The repairman arrived very quickly, took him 2 minutes to discover that the Carbon Monoxide alarm (also in the hall) was beeping to tell me that the batteries were nearly dead. Nothing at all to do with ADT. I could've died.
So don't feel bad, sister. We are giving these guys funny stories to tell their buddies over a beer.
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