The ductwork disaster

I’ve had it up to here with this ductwork disaster! I thought I was hiring a professional HVAC repairman, but Steve turns out he must have been from Mars or something because he sure didn’t know what he was doing.

He was two hours late and this guy came in wearing some ridiculous outfit that looks like it was straight out of a sci-fi movie, it made me all trippy and I wasn’t sure if I was on a hallucinogen.

And then, to make matters worse, he starts babbling on about some nonsense about the color green, ninja turtles, and how it’s the key to a properly functioning HVAC system. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is when he started fiddling around with the ductwork, and suddenly the whole apartment sounded like a bunch of children screaming! I thought I was going to lose my mind. And when I asked him what the hell he was doing, he just looked at me with this blank expression like I was the crazy one. I had to kick him out of the apartment and call in a real HVAC repairman to fix the mess he made. It wasn’t cheap. But it was worth it to get rid of that Martian and his ridiculous theories about the color green. So, if anyone out there is looking for an HVAC repairman, take it from me, don’t trust the ones who talk about Martians or the color green, especially if their name is Steve. Stick with the real professionals, and save yourself the headache and the screaming children.



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