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Ever since we moved here I have been smelling a whiff of gas off and on. Always in my room. James can’t smell it, and jokes about my bloodhound sense of smell. Hannah says she can smell it sometimes. It annoys me enough that I constantly run a fan in my room to keep the air circulating at night. We have had the gas company come out twice but they never found anything. On Wednesday, the gas company sent a guy out again and this time he finally found the leak and red tagged my furnace.
Today, my landlord sent a repair person to the house. The guy obviously thought I was being paranoid. His behavior was just a hair above eye-rolling condescension. I swear I thought he was going to refer to me as the “little lady”. He finally decided he would replace a valve, but made it clear he was doing it to make me feel better.
The gas man had been very friendly, and tolerated all of Cooper’s questions. He let Cooper hold the meter, and was very patient with him. Cooper always has a million questions. Today, he tried the same thing on the repair man, but this guy wasn’t so nice. I had to keep directing Cooper back to the playroom, while he protested “but I just want to help! I’m a good helper!”
WELL. Once he was in there, he discovered it wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. Nearly two hours later, my furnace is finally running and there no longer is a gas smell.
I couldn’t help but smirk while he explained what he had to fix. Guess I wasn’t so silly after all.