It was a Friday Evening.
It is always a Friday Evening - you know this to be true.
It is a Friday evening when one of the children starts to run a fever.
It is a Friday evening when the other child pukes.
It is a Friday evening when you get a severe tooth ache.
This time it was a Friday evening when we were headed to bed, when I made the comment, "Does if feel kind of warm in here?"
It was a Friday evening when I ran my checks on the A/C system; the outside fan was running normally, the breaker box was in an undisturbed condition, but the blower unit in the upstairs closet had a peculiar look. There was ice coating the copper fittings leading into the condenser coils. This was not normal. I applied a hair dryer to the ice coating, figuring if I removed the abnormal condition, the A/C system might be good enough to work through the night. I figured wrong.
It was a Saturday morning following a sweaty Friday night, when I called the service company. They roundaboutedly suggested the problem was a dirty filter. I told them that it is changed regularly, and was last replace one month ago. She did not seem convinced. I was thinking the ice was forming from something being off in the PV/T gas law of physics. Instead, She insisted I needed to turn off the system and allow all the ice to melt. With a inside temperature at 84 degrees, that would not take long. Also, since this is a weekend, there will be an additional $175 surcharge for a service call. I told her we would wait until Monday. I call them back on Monday, and they will send somebody out that very day.
Monday, Monday, Monday. Charlo, a French-Canadian by way of Vancouver, and for what is it worth, a descendant of Cardinal Richelieu; shows up in the afternoon. Charlo pumps in 2-1/2 pounds of coolant to the system, and we are on our way to becoming the cool people we know we should be. We bid him a fond adieu; as we raise our foils and exclaim, "All for one and one for all! Be cool!
It is always a Friday Evening - you know this to be true.
It is a Friday evening when one of the children starts to run a fever.
It is a Friday evening when the other child pukes.
It is a Friday evening when you get a severe tooth ache.
This time it was a Friday evening when we were headed to bed, when I made the comment, "Does if feel kind of warm in here?"
It was a Friday evening when I ran my checks on the A/C system; the outside fan was running normally, the breaker box was in an undisturbed condition, but the blower unit in the upstairs closet had a peculiar look. There was ice coating the copper fittings leading into the condenser coils. This was not normal. I applied a hair dryer to the ice coating, figuring if I removed the abnormal condition, the A/C system might be good enough to work through the night. I figured wrong.
It was a Saturday morning following a sweaty Friday night, when I called the service company. They roundaboutedly suggested the problem was a dirty filter. I told them that it is changed regularly, and was last replace one month ago. She did not seem convinced. I was thinking the ice was forming from something being off in the PV/T gas law of physics. Instead, She insisted I needed to turn off the system and allow all the ice to melt. With a inside temperature at 84 degrees, that would not take long. Also, since this is a weekend, there will be an additional $175 surcharge for a service call. I told her we would wait until Monday. I call them back on Monday, and they will send somebody out that very day.
Monday, Monday, Monday. Charlo, a French-Canadian by way of Vancouver, and for what is it worth, a descendant of Cardinal Richelieu; shows up in the afternoon. Charlo pumps in 2-1/2 pounds of coolant to the system, and we are on our way to becoming the cool people we know we should be. We bid him a fond adieu; as we raise our foils and exclaim, "All for one and one for all! Be cool!
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