I do have to say the repairman was super nice. In the big city, everyone is so rushed that the day to day pleasantries are nonexistent. Here, always time to chit chat about everything and anything.
Plus, the job is well done. Maybe because everything is far away but they bring all the products you may need. No, we will need to order that and come back at a later date to install it, they just have it.
Everyone multi-tasks. Our stove fan that leads to the outside, rusted shut. I called the dealer and ordered another one. The stove dealer, as it turns out, is scared of heights and ladders, so he just dropped it off. One giant roof fan and me. Now not knowing anything about installing a roof fan, or for that matter any other kind of fan, walked around this giant box for a few days.
Meanwhile, the furnace broke. That is the kind of luck I seem to have, breaking down luck. The furnace people came out and fixed the furnace. All in one day and in one trip. I'm going to let Seattle in on this little secret when I head home. Also, all under warranty. As they were heading out the door, one of the repairman asked about the fan. I explained the situation. Good news, he knew the stove dealer and everyone finds it funny that he fixes nothing high in the air or anything that involves ladders. Small towns, they are such cards.
Anyway, he offered to come back and install the fan for me. And he did. A totally unrelated company climbed up on my roof and installed the new fan. They didn't even charge me!
It is like an episode of the Walton's. Imagine what it will be like when I live full time here. I can become the "new big city snob" or "the tragic divorcee" or "the crazy old bat that lives in that haunted house with wicked dogs." The possibilities are endless.
I am going to be a hoot down here. I bet they can't wait.
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