I'm not sure I should even tell this story since it will reveal how truly cheap I can be sometimes, but here goes. Last fall our air conditioner quit working. Well, it just quit cooling and heating. So, I called an HVAC company to come take a look and although the guy was sweet as pie, he wasn't much help. It wasn't really his fault, I don't think. Seems we have the world's most awful brand of AC and the thing is notorious for problems. It was, at this point, only about a year and a half old. The builders must have chosen the cheapest thing they could find and we didn't know any better, so we're stuck with it. Anyway, AC Dude said it needed a new coil and the part would have to be ordered. Seems the little pipes that freon runs through had holes worn in them and he said those couldn't be repaired so the whole coil would have to be replaced. I argued about this for a long while wondering why you couldn't just solder the holes, but I know nothing about AC systems and he seemed really honest and sweet, so I gave in and said, "OK." The part would be covered by warranty but the labor would not be. This would mean close to $800 to fix the thing. Meanwhile, when he tried to order the part, he was told it would be 6-8 weeks before the manufacturer could get it to us. That seemed absurd to me. Puppies are conceived and born faster than that, I think. Anyway, I checked around, and he was right. This is a common problem with this particular manufacturer as well. So, we set out to wait 6-8 weeks in a very hot southern August. We even moved to Bobbie Jo's house for a while because it was so miserable here.
Three weeks later - enter Jerry. Jerry is a friend of our neighbor's who said he could solder the pipes and we wouldn't need a new coil and he would do it for $100. So he did, and voila, like that - we had air again. And then it was fall and we didn't need air anymore, and then it was winter and the heat worked just fine, and I thought that was the end of the story. Meanwhile, AC Dude kept calling to say he had that golden coil in and by the way, when can he install it? I kept putting him off and he finally quit calling.
So fast forward to now - the hottest March on record in Alabama, and guess what? The AC isn't cooling again. And Jerry is hard to find. I left out a few details about Jerry - the main one being that he told me he has memory problems so if I called him back I would have to explain all over again who I was and what I wanted. Seemed OK to me at the time - I was saving $700. (You can buy several pairs of shoes with $700.) Oh, and he added that he doesn't always answer his cell phone if he doesn't recognize the number calling. (It didn't occur to me that someone with a memory problem might not recognize a number anyway.)
So, I realized early on this time that my only choices were to find Jerry and pray he could work his magic again or call AC Dude back and pray that he still had that coil hanging around his shop. But something about spending that money and more importantly, admitting defeat, does not appeal to me. Now, keep in mind, we are trying to sell this place. Lookers tend to be turned off by the sweltering heat. And we've had the windows open for a couple of weeks with the fans blowing full force, but it's still hot as Hell in here. The other consequence of the open windows plan of cooling is the amount of pollen now layering every single thing in our home. It's making me crazy and sneezy and not much fun to live with I'm sure. Even the cooking utensils in the crock by the stove are now yellow. The hardwood floor looks like yellow carpeting in some spots, and our white dog, Cowboy, is now the color of a little baby chick. It will take days to clean up this mess and we can't show the house in this condition. Not to mention, I take allergy shots every week to combat what this stuff does to me. I think I'm living on borrowed time.
So yesterday after calling for a couple of days (several times a day), Jerry answered his phone. I was so shocked I could barely get the words out, but I managed to tell him who I was and who my neighbor is and what I wanted and he said, "OK. I'll call you tomorrow and my wife and I will come over." And then he hung up. No "Goodbye," no "Thanks for calling." I tried to call him back to see if he needed directions or wanted to know what the problem with the AC originally was or if he would just tell me what time he would be coming, but he didn't answer. I tried several more times throughout the day with the same result.
So, here I sit waiting on Jerry. He is my last hope, I guess. I just pitched an awful fit about the pollen count in the living room and PJ looked at me and said, "I'm never sure if you are serious or if you are practicing your stand up routine."
Maybe that's the problem...maybe no one realizes that I really am about to go over the edge...