Sometime during the night my furnace when out. I woke about 2:30 a.m. freezing my butt off. No really big problem I have two of those little electric heaters so I plug them in the bedroom and bath. I check the thermostat, and breaker box. I had checked the fuel a couple of days ago. I'm going to need a service person.
I'm a thoughtful person I wait until 5:30 a.m. to place the call. Waiting for the answering machine or service to pick up. Oops! I called the home number. Dave has been to my house before and my brother has used him for years, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't that happy to hear from me at that time of day. There was mention of me calling back later. Not going to happen. I waited until he got himself together and got something to write on. Dave says, "What's the problem". Me, "no heat, I think it might be a bad valve, that has happened before. I've checked everything else". He said he would be here a little after 9:00 a.m. Great I'll turn the oven on to stay a little warm. I know you're not suppose to do that, but I'm cold.
I think I forgot to mention that the two heaters that I plugged in both stopped working.
Dave gets here at 10:00 a.m. Dave's pretty much a "good ole boy". Let's check the thermostat, breaker box and I'll check the fuel when I go outside, he says to me in his I'm talking to a moron voice. I don't say a word. Heat is the only thing I'm interested in.
After 45 minutes he comes back in the house. Gotta go get a valve, he says, I'll be right back. He's back, still putting the valve in and I'm smiling ear to ear because he had to make an extra 20 mile round trip.
Don't you just love it when you're right! Which doesn't happen that often if you're a Blondie!
I gave him some Christmas cookies anyway. Not the good ones , just the regular ones.