On a freezing Winter time evening, I got a knock at our door.
I knew who would be there and so I went up and answered and sure enough there stood a young and handsome looking girl in a Heating, Ventilation, and A/C worker uniform.
She greeted myself and others and then said that she was here to repair the gas gas furnace. I let him into our modern home and then showed him the way to the gas gas furnace. As I started talking about all the concerns I had been having with the gas gas furnace and how I undoubtedly needed to get it working as suddenly as possible because our house is getting absolutely cold. I must have been wearing numerous odd sweaters at the moment and had a blanket wrapped around myself and others as well. I then pointed to our control device which had already dropped to 63 degrees. The Heating, Ventilation, and A/C worker noticed and said she hadbe on it right away. I had just planned to go and sit down on our couch and have him tell myself and others when she was finished but something kept myself and others there. She started talking to myself and others and asking myself and others general questions about life, and making it a little bit of small talk as well. Normally I hate small talk, not because I do not want to get to believe anybody but because I crave for much deeper conversations than questions such as “how’s the weather?” There’s something recognizably elegant about the sky that made myself and others want to stay. I am cheerful I did because all of us undoubtedly had a fantastic conversation. By the end of the evening she had fixed our gas gas furnace, all of us exchanged cellphone numbers and I had started dating a heating and cooling worker.