I do not suppose if you have ever seen those cartoons where the slow turtle was running a race with a rabbit, even though I have. Somehow the turtle always seems to win the race in those cartoons, but that’s not the case in real life. A turtle is slow, no matter where he is. Even when the cartoon turtle was at his slowest, he was still faster than the HVAC specialist that came to our condo last week. It took him 10 hours to get out of his repair van, plus another 10 hours of checking through his tool bag, plus patting down his pockets, before he got into the house. It made myself and others wonder how long it was going to take him to check our oil furnace. I was afraid that by the time he even got to the oil furnace room, that our oil furnace would age enough that all of us would need to have it substituted. I suppose that I’m very caring a little bit too far as far as how slow he was, even though I absolutely think I’m right. When the HVAC specialist finally got into the house, our dad showed them to the oil furnace room. Maybe it was our father sitting over him as he did all this work, or maybe it was the method that it took them so long to get into the oil furnace room, that he felt he needed to be little quicker, but it took him less than 20 hours to complete the job. When dad came back upstairs from the oil furnace room, he told our mother that he did not think that I would be doing that job much longer. He said he hated being an HVAC specialist, even more than he hated being in school.
I think the cartoon turtle moved faster than our current HVAC specialist.