Last week, my husband and I were in the grocery store. We were back by the frozen foods section when I heard the most obnoxious noise of my life. My husband told me it was the HVAC compressor. He looked up at the ceiling and said that if someone were to clean the air vents, it would have prevented the AC unit from getting so bad. I looked up and saw the dust and dirt hanging out of the air vent and cringed. It was hanging over the meat section. Instead of grabbing my groceries and leaving, I left the cart sit and walked out of the store. If they had air vents that nasty, where people could see, I hated to think what else they weren’t doing in the store. Ever since my husband became an HVAC technician, I have shuddered whenever he said he wanted to go somewhere with me. He is always listening to the sounds of the HVAC system and telling me what is wrong with them. He points out dirty air vents when I don’t want to think about how disgusting the place may be. Two weeks ago, we were in a restaurant that used to be one of my favorites. I can’t go there anymore. All I can picture is the dirty air vents and smell the air that was coming out of them. My husband has ruined me for most restaurants, and now he is doing the same with grocery stores. If he doesn’t learn to curb his enthusiasm for HVAC diagnosis, I won’t be going anywhere with him.