As much as I love my new husband, I have to admit that I don’t like him being an HVAC technician.
I think it is really great if there is a problem in our home, but I hate it when he is working the emergency shift.
You would think I would be used to it, but I don’t think you can. I even think my father-in-law, who is the owner of the HvAC company my husband works for, finds some kind of perverse humor in him going out at night. It seems when it is his turn to be on late night emergency calls, he is out almost all weekend. A couple of weeks ago, he called me and asked me if I would come to the house and give him some help. I put on some clothes and got in my car. When I got to the address, every light in the house was on and my husband greeted me outside. The air conditioning at a frat house had quit working. The girls had been having a party and he wanted me there to keep them away from him while he fixed the AC unit. I couldn’t wait until he was finished. If I had to fend one more girl off him, I was going to rip her hair out. They all wanted to get past me so they could watch the gorgeous hunk who was working on their air conditioning. When I finally heard the AC unit start to run, I was so relieved. He came in and told the house mother what the problem was and he gave her the bill. I couldn’t wait to get him out of that frat house.