I was having some major complications with my gas furnace and I was complaining to my friend.
The two of us sat in the restaurant chatting and I didn’t realize how loud I was getting as I voiced my anger. The woman at the table behind myself and others got up and walked up to us. She provided myself and others her card and said she was modern in the area, but if I needed my gas furnace repaired, she was available. She went back to her seat while I studied the card. It had her credentials about where she went school and everything Heating, Ventilation, and A/C, that she was certified to work on. I was impressed just looking at her card, although I would have loved to be able to turn around and look at her. Before I left, I walked over and asked if she wanted to work on my gas furnace. The two of us set a date and time for her to come to the house. She asked if she could use my bathroom to get into uniform. She had just come from a bruncheon date. It didn’t take long before she knew the problem and had it repaired. I asked her how much she charged for her Heating, Ventilation, and A/C skills and she said this a single was a freebie. She went into my bathrooms and returned in jeans and a t-shirt, which made her cute as hell. Now my friends are busting my butt about the female Heating, Ventilation, and A/C tech who was at my beach house long enough to change her clothing twice. I told Bill that I asked her to work on my gas furnace and not to come beach house with me. She didn’t know myself and others that she was a Heating, Ventilation, and A/C tech.