That summer was among the hottest in history. I'd just bought a house with central air. So before, if I had any failures, I'd just purchase a new, inexpensive window unit. Not the most cost-effective course of action but it enabled me to go on living a care-free bachelor existence. But my life has changed. I now think of myself as somewhat of an grown man, someone who dates real estate agents and folds my clothes, placing them neatly in drawers, as if I have some self-respect. Keeping with this new persona I couldn't allow my house to stay at such high temperatures. I briefly thought about keeping my fridge door open so I could absorb the cold air as I watched TV from my kitchen. But I shouldn't be doing. This is what my former self would've done while eating Gogurts and wishing they made bigger Gogurt packages. The new me called a HVAC place. With my most professional voice I asked for some assistance. The commercial hvac service park city drove over right away and had my air conditioner fixed in no time. The guy told me his company offered a lot of other services. They had electricians, plumbers, and furnace repairman ready 24 hours a day. What a great number to have for a real, actual adult.
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