There is nothing that pisses me off more than paying somebody to make me look like a complete idiot.
It was cool enough yesterday, and Nancy was running a slight fever, so she was cold. She turned on the furnace.
About 5:00 p.m. she came in and said “hear that motor running? Wonder what it is?” After lurking around the house, she said “it’s been making that noise all day.”
Damn tinnitus. The only way I could hear it was to turn everything off. As we stood in the hallway next to the thermostat, I turned off the furnace. The noise stopped. It wasn’t the fan motor it was some other sound.
That’s the extent of my diagnostic skills when it comes to furnaces that are in a crawl space with a dirt floor.
Nancy called the service guys and they came out today, walked in the house, turned on the switch I turned off, the furnace fired up, the fan fired up and they gave her a bill for $69 and said, “if he wants a new furnace we are extending the rebate program through the end of the year.”
Guess whut? That $69 bill you gave for walking in my house and flipping a switch just cost you a shot at selling me a new furnace.
You $69 pigs.