I had called the HVAC company to have someone come to the house and repair the furnace.
My sister and I had been living in the house since our parents moved south. We did our best to keep the house in good shape in case mom and dad ever came home. When the HVAC service van pulled into the driveway, my sister and I were leaning over the couch to look out the window. My sister screamed and asked if I was sure he’s the HVAC technician? I told her he had to be the HVAC technician. He’s the only one who got out of the service van. She squealed again and commented on how cute he was. I had to remind her again that he was there to repair the furnace and not for her to ogle. She slapped my shoulder and said I had to relax. If you couldn’t ogle a good-looking man, then who could you ogle? I had to agree with her, but I wanted the furnace to get serviced. If she wanted to ogle and flirt when the furnace was repaired, that was up to her. Before the furnace repair was complete, she had to behave. Two hours later, I had the bill in hand, and she asked me if now was the time. It didn’t take long for her to step up and start flirting. It took two seconds for her to walk away. She saw his wedding ring, and he was talking about his two-year-old daughter. She wanted nothing to do with a married man.