When I was younger, I never thought of the furnace room being where all of the house heating came from. I thought the furnace room was a place for fun. I remember having my thirteenth birthday party in the basement. Mom and dad promised to let us unchaperoned as long as the lights stayed on. We were dancing, and some of us were playing seven minutes in heaven with the girls. No one knew what you were supposed to be doing in the furnace room for seven minutes, except kissing, but most of the girls thought that was disgusting at our age. Now that I’m older, I know exactly what the furnace room is. It is where it is too cramped to work on the furnace, but where you have to be if the furnace is broken. I didn’t know how many people had furnace rooms, but someone forget to consider the added space needed for the HVAC technician when he arrived. Being an HVAC and an oversized one, means I need even more room. I am six feet six inches and padded with 300 pounds of muscle. Any small area is a pain, but when the furnace room is barely big enough for the furnace, I can’t get in there. I had to call the HVAC company and have them send one of our smallest guys to a house last week. I opened the door and was feeling claustrophobic even before walking in. They sent Cheryl to help. She was five feet tall and didn’t weigh 100 pounds soaking wet, and she still had trouble working in the furnace room.