When she was finished I wrote a check for the HVAC inspection, and in return she gave me her phone number
Last weekend I had arranged for my annual HVAC inspection. In the old days I would have done it twice a year, but the economy sucks right now so once a year is all I can afford. I knew the specialist would be coming by at noon, but they showed up a little bit early, so I was still in my bathrobe when I answered the door. Standing on my front porch was Lucy, also known as “the one that got away.” I had loved her passionately, many years ago. Seeing her standing there, wearing her HVAC company jumpsuit and boots, those old feelings came back all at once. Lucy was not surprised to see me, of course, she had seen my name on the HVAC work order. In fact, she had traded shifts with another HVAC specialist just to be able to handle my order, because she wanted to see me again. It took her a few minutes before I let her look at my HVAC system, because I wanted to catch up on old times with her. It had been ten years since I last saw her, but Lucy was as beautiful as ever. I followed her around as she checked my thermostat, my air filters, and shone a flashlight into the major air ducts. When she was finished I wrote a check for the HVAC inspection, and in return she gave me her phone number. I am very curious to find out how a biker chick like Lucy wound up as an HVAC service specialist, but I hope to find out on our date.
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