Dinner with the gang this evening. Flounder, grits (yes, this is Georgia), and I'm making stuffed shrimp and asparagus.
That is, if the stupid A/C guy ever finishes up. He was supposed to come over here to do a complete service of the unit (clean coils, etc.). Instead he tells me that my power bill is through the roof because I need to change the filter every two weeks instead of once a month, futzed around looking at it for five minutes, stood to close to me and stared at my chest, and still hasn't done what I asked. He went up to Ace and got a new filter and is now back, insists that the coil doesn't need to be cleaned, that the pump is supposed to gurgle for 10 minutes after the unit kicks off (which it seldom does). And he never even went out and looked at the outside unit.
Now he's telling me that a) the coil doesn't need to be cleaned and b) he'll do it anyway (apparently because I'm a demanding female) but can't get to it until next week sometime. And for this I missed ladies night at the range.
Oh, and there is no Mrs P5. Which town?