I’m not the HVAC technician.

I was expecting the HVAC technician to show up last week.

He was going to measure my house for a new air conditioning unit.

I was still unsure if I really wanted central air conditioning, but that was what my husband ordered. When the young man came to the door, I was surprised he didn’t show me his HVAC badge, but it didn’t bother me. I showed him where the new air conditioning unit would be placed, and then I gave him the measurements for each room. Every time he started to protest, I told him my measurements were right, and I would add some other information the HVAC company told me to have ready. I gave him a list of everyone who lived in the house, and an approximate amount of times the doors were opened and closed or left open, in a single week. When I was finished, he asked if I had anything else to add, and I told him no. He smiled and told me he was not the HVAC technician, but when he arrived, he was sure I had everything covered. He was there to pick up some newspapers my husband had in the garage, for the church’s newspaper drive. While he was in the garage, there was a knock on the door. The man standing at the door wore his HVAC ID badge and told me he was there about the air conditioning unit. I started to laugh and couldn’t stop. I told him I would tell him the story as soon as I could compose myself.

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