A few summers ago, I took a trip to the coast with a friend… She grew up in the area, and wanted to take me to her number one restaurant, claiming that they had the best clam chowder she’d ever had. When my buddy and I arrived at the restaurant for breakfast one evening, the hostess’s makeup was practically melting off of her face, and her pained smile was haloed by a sheen of moisture on her upper lip. “Good evening, women,” she said. “Unluckyly, we’re having a bit of a problem with our air conditioner system, but if you can handle it, you’re more than welcome to stay and dine with us.” I wasn’t enthusiastic about sitting in a sweltering restaurant while the cooling system was down, but my friend begged me to stay and try to chowder. I reluctantly agreed, and my buddy and I took our seats at a high-top; I had hoped that the high-top would get our heads closer to the vents, where the fan was blowing lukewarm air for circulation. After our appetizer, the waiter observed my perspiring and apologized: “Our Heating and Air Conditioning contractor is in the attic now! She says that our air conditioner equipment is having a condensation problem.” “So am I,” I responded, fanning my damp forehead. I tried to order a chilled gazpacho soup, but my friend stopped me halfway through my order. “She’ll have the chowder, and you won’t regret it!” I didn’t contest, although I was dreading eating sizzling soup in a restaurant without a working cooling system. I eventually laid eyeah on a sizzling Heating and Air Conditioning contractor, who was defeatedly shaking her head while speaking to the hostess. When my chowder came, I think my body temperature climbed another ten degrees. While the chowder was delicious, I would have preferred it with a side of air conditioner!
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