I thought I had been hot before, but when I moved to Fort Worth, I learned what hot really was. Right after the temperatures skyrocketed, our air conditioner went out. I called and the harassed woman on the other end of the phone assured me that she would get someone out as soon as she could. When I asked for an estimate, she said a few days tops. I was flabbergasted.
The Fort Worth air conditioning repair specialist arrived at nine o’clock at night on the second day. I was so glad to see him I didn’t care what time it was. He looked exhausted. I asked him if he had eaten and he said he’d grabbed a sandwich earlier. I fixed him a plate of fried chicken and potato salad and told him to eat before fixing my system. I’ve always liked feeding people.
He told me that in Fort Worth air conditioning repair is biggest with the first heat wave. He got my system up and running and I figured I was his last call of the night. Then I heard him on the phone asking someone else if it was too late to come. I bet he was hoping they would say no, but if they were as hot as I was, I bet they told him to come on and get it fixed.