So day
before yesterday, I get home, and notice it’s something like 97
degrees in my house. SHIT…fucking
A/C finally went out.
So
I call up the property management company, get it lined up…and
sweat it out for the night.
Next day, I meet the A/C guy at
the house (big guy) and sit around in my hot
ass house waiting for
skillet to fix my chit. He’s out there, banging around,
cussing…just having fun. he strolls in and tells me something about
some parts he’s gotta get…that he’ll be back in 40
minutes..blah blah blah. Then asks, “mind if I use your bathroom?”
“sure..it’s down the hall there” and he bails.
So
I’m sitting there, in the
heat, watching some TV…5
minutes pass….10 minutes….15 minutes….20 minutes….still no
A/C guy. He’s STILL in my bathroom. that fucker is throwing a
fucking mudslide
in my bathroom, isn’t he?? 25 minutes later..homey comes limping
out, rubbing
his stomach.
“WOOOOO…dam!
Now I can think! Thanks!”
WHAT THE FUCK!!
take
your ass to a convience store! don't be throwing down your stinky,
tamale saturated crap here!
“Dude,
just go get the fucking part!”
“ok”
And he’s
gone.
Comes back an hour later (did I mention it’s hot
as FUCK
in my house??) and gets back to work. He comes back in about an hour
later…now, my house has several doors leading to the yard, where
he’s working….he doesn’t come in to talk to me, though. Walks
in a door across the house, rolls up into my dining room, plops his
ass down, and starts filling out his paper work.
hey…come
on in! make yourself at home
Gets
his paperwork done…comes into the living room…asks me to read it
and sign…and then walks over to my couch and plops his ass down.
Just stretching out.
I read it…sign it…and give it back.
He then tells me, “you need to open EVERY vent in the
house!”
“uhhh..ok, no prob. I’ll do it in a bit”
“no!
you need to do it now!
This a/c is a blah blah and needs to blah blah to work
correctly.”
“fine. I’ll do it in a bit.”
“I’LL
do it then!” and starts
walking off towards the back of the house
“hold
up there chief, you’re not just going to go walking thru my house.
I’ll get it when I’m good and ready, that’s the end of
it.”
“yeah..well…it better be done or next time I come
out here…”
“what? What are you going to do? if i don't
have EVERY vent open..you're going to do.....what?”
“uhhh..well,
it just needs to be done cuz…”
“look, get off the
fucking vents! I’ll take care of it!”
“yeah..ok…good…”
and just stands there….
“I think it’s time to
go, don’t you?”
"Oh! Yeah…”