SOOO ANGERY!!! GRRRRR
This morning when I was walking from my bedroom to the bathroom via the kitchen I almost drowned. I slipped and fell in a puddle of water which is usually not in the middle of my kitchen floor. I fell so hard that I think I may have put another crack in my big fat (awesome) ass. I did not have time to investigate the origins of the water but I had my suspicions. So at lunch I came home and had a look at the refrigerator. Nope completely dry. I then knew that it was coming from that air conditioner drain. So I moved the refrigerator which weights at exactly 2,000 pounds. (I am either very strong or it is on wheels I don't know which.) In order to get to the a-c unit that is inside the house. I disconnected the drain hose and it was full of water. And it should not have water just sitting in the drain hose. The hose is there so water will leave the unit not just leave the unit and hangout just outside the fucking thing it should drain AWAY!
(Now I am not much of a handy man but I have a good basic knowledge of most mechanical things. Plus this has happened before so I knew what I was doing. Furthermore, I have an AWESOME set of tools!! So I can fix about anything.) I knew if I was going to call a repair dude I knew what it was going to cost. So I attached another hose to the a-c unit and put the other end in a 5 gallon bucket and went back to work. At work I utilized my extensive knowledge (none) of air compressors and all of them were over what the repair due was going to charge me.
I bit the bullet and called the repair dude. He was going to call me when he left his current job and let me know when he was on his way so I could get back to the house. The douche bag calls me when HE IS SITTING IN FROM OF MY HOUSE!!! What a dick I thought. So I bolt out of work and like my ass is on fire. I get in my car and commence to treat Ward Parkway like the Daytona 500, I swear I must have been doing 60 M.P.H. down that fucking street. (I am excellent driver, yea.)
So I get there and the dude is sitting on my front porch sweating his balls off. When we get inside the house the bucket is almost over flowing. So the dude gets in there and I knew exactly what he would do. He would first try to blow air in to it (just like I fucking did) with no results whatsoever. I said I tried that you will have to use the nitrogen (or whatever gas you have in that little tank). He just gives me a dirty look. So he goes back to his truck and gets the gas. And just like I said, WALA the water in the hose drains away.
So the repair dude was at the house a total of maybe 5 minuets (doing work, I don’t know how long he waited. And he charged me… (Pause for dramatic effect) 80 FUCKING DOLLARS!!! (Pausing again for the audience to change there now dirty undies.) That’s fucking right people 80 MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS for 5 minuets worth of work!! Which is their standard service call rate but gawd dam people what am I a fucking Rockefeller?
SHIT!! FUCK SHIT!!!
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