When I called the HVAC company for an emergency furnace repair, I thought I would need to wait.
- The next morning, I had the HVAC technician knocking on my door.
I was busy doing laundry in the kitchen and cleaning, and showed him to the basement before going back to work. About half an hour later, I heard the most horrendous sound coming from the basement. I thought the HVAC technician was injured and I didn’t know if I should call an ambulance, go check on him, or both. I went over to the basement and checked to see what I could hear. I opened the door, and I heard music. That’s when I realized the HVAC technician wasn’t hurt, but he was singing. I silently closed the door and couldn’t stop laughing when I went back to work. When the HVAC technician came back upstairs, he sat down at the table and told me what he found wrong with the furnace. We discussed the bill, and then he was gone. I sat there and laughed like I was a lunatic. I couldn’t believe I thought the HVAC technician was injured when he was only singing. When my husband got home from work, I told him what had happened, and we laughed over the anecdote. I wasn’t laughing at the HVAC technician, but at my response to his singing. My husband told me I should leave the basement door open the next time the HVAC technician was there. I didn’t think that was a good idea because I didn’t want to be caught laughing.