So, I get home tonight & immediately, I FEEL that something is wrong. My usually warm & cozy home was chilly & uncomfortable. I let Maisy outside to go to the bathroom & when we came back in, something still didn't feel right. So, I checked the thermometer.
Well, no wonder.
It read 58 degrees!
I did what any normal person would do & turned the heat up.
Nothing happened.
So, then I start freaking out that maybe I forgot to pay the gas bill & the gas company shut it off. (I'm famous for being late on our electric bill, but I've always paid the gas bill on time). I get the bill & realize that the due date isn't until February 12th. So, I call our gas company.
Me: "Yes, hi...I'm a customer of yours & when I got home tonight, I realized that our heat wasn't working. And, I think it's been off for a while because it says it's 58 degrees in my house."
Lady: "OK. What appliances run off gas?"
Me: "The dryer & the heater."
She tells me to see if the dryer works. It does. I would later learn that she failed to ask me if it was putting out hot air. Then, she asks me to see if I have hot water. I do.
Lady: "Well, it's not on our end. It's on your end. You need to call a heat/air company to come out & check it."
It's at this point when I remember seeing several trucks from our gas company sitting the parking lot of the golf course near our neighborhood.
Me: "Well, I just remembered seeing some company trucks near my neighborhood. Do you think maybe something happened the gas line? If I give you my address, can you check to see if crews are working close by?"
Lady: "No, if your dryer came on & you have hot water, it's not us. It's you."
Me: "Well, OK, thanks."
Matt gets home & I tell him what's going on. When he was in high school, he worked for a heating/air company, so he puts his "I Know It All" hat on & begins investigating.
Meanwhile, I call the company he used to work for to find out if someone can come out & look at the problem. The girl tells me that because it's an "after hours" call, it's going to cost $150 for the 1st half hour & $75 for each half hour after that, plus materials.
WHAT?
I told her I'd call her back. (Um, no thanks).
As soon as I hang up the phone, Matt comes back in the house & tells me that we just don't have gas. He says the heat wants to come on, but something's just not connecting.
So, I call the gas company emergency line AGAIN & get a different person. I tell him what's going on (no heat, trucks in my neighborhood) & he asks me where I live, so I told him. Then, he tells me that the gas line was cut & that crews are out in the neighborhood turning the gas back on. He says that if a crew came by earlier & we weren't home, then they should have left a tag on the door with a number for us to call to tell them we're home & they can come back.
I tell Matt to go outside to check.
He comes back in & says there's no tag, but the gas man in our front yard says he's going to turn it back on.
WHAT? HE'S IN THE FRONT YARD?
Wow! Talk about service.
So, the gas man does his job & now we have heat! And, lemme tell you, it feels SO GOOD!
After we finally get that problem solved, Maisy eats a bowl full of her food & then pukes it all up on a bathmat in our bathroom!
Wonderful, just wonderful.
**My wonderful husband would like me to tell you, Internet, that he was correct when he said we didn't have gas. So, sweetie...YOU WERE RIGHT! Actually, I'm just surprised that he read my blog. I ask him everyday if he read it & he claims he can't remember the web address.**
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