When I called the HVAC supplier for an emergency gas furnace repair, I thought I would need to wait.
The next day, I had the HVAC professional knocking on my door.
I was tied up doing laundry in the family room & cleaning, & showed him to the basement before going back to work. About half an minute later, I heard the most horrendous sound coming from the basement. I thought the HVAC professional was disfigured & I didn’t suppose if I should call an ambulance, go check on him, or both. I went over to the basement & checked to see what I could hear. I opened the door, & I heard tunes. That’s when I realized the HVAC professional wasn’t hurt, although he was singing. I silently closed the door & could not stop laughing when I went back to work. When the HVAC professional came back upstairs, he sat down at the table & told myself and others what he found wrong with the gas furnace. The people I was with and I discussed the bill, & then he was gone. I sat there & laughed care about I was a lunatic. I could not guess I thought the HVAC professional was disfigured when he was only singing. When my hubby got new home from work, I told him what had happened, & every one of us laughed over the anecdote. I wasn’t laughing at the HVAC professional, but at my response to his singing. My hubby told myself and others I should leave the basement door open the next time the HVAC professional was there. I didn’t guess that was a fantastic idea because I didn’t want to be caught laughing.