Venting

My husband called me at the store, he had to vent. Usually his venting is about the dogs peeing or the kids being lazy. This time was different. He kept saying "Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think so. Tell me if I am wrong, Kathy ( his office manager) didn't think I was wrong, just tell me if I'm wrong."

"Ok honey, uhh you need to tell me what you could be wrong about."

He said "I know I'm not wrong. That guy is an idiot, I can't believe the company he works for can do that. I'm not wrong." I let him go on for a few more minutes.

We had a smell in one of our garages, the one where we have our second washing machine and dryer, only out of necessity. Our kids always have their laundry sitting in the main washer and dryer in the basement. My husband and I opted for a second set, that way we are not in jail for killing our kids. There is also a furnace that heats the in-law-apartment, that is used as an office, section of our house. And that is the garage that my husband uses as warehouse for all his manufacturers samples.

The garage is loaded from floor to ceiling, and from back to front, with samples. A narrow path on both sides of the warehouse allows one to navigate to the washer, dryer, furnace, and the back of the garage. A few times this past week we smelled something melting. Our first thought was the furnace was malfunctioning. The smell was very strong in that vicinity. My husband called our furnace company that we have a contract with. He verified the contract was still good, the cost of a service call, $39.00, and made an appointment.

The furnace man came to the house yesterday, and before he looked at the furnace, before he got his tool box out of the truck, before he got his hands dirty, he saw from the doorway what the problem really was. The unprotected light bulb in the middle of the garage was melting a plastic food service glove. That was the smell. Not the furnace.

The serviceman handed my husband a bill for $89.00. Confused my husband asked why so much, the office said only $39.00. The serviceman replied,"Oh the $39.00 is for a furnace related problem, $89.00 is because it was not the furnace."

Glad I was not home for the explosion. My husband berated the man sufficiently, called the man's supervisor, only to get a voice mail, but left a curt message. After more intense conversation the serviceman rewrote the bill for $39.00.

I told my husband he wasn't wrong.