Heat Pump

Came home from work, a friend came over to share a glass of wine before going to the Frist Center. The air conditioning guy was here putting in my new $625 fan motor. Suddenly, he comes back in the house and says, "can you come out here for a minute"? My friend said, "uh oh, that can't be good". The guy, Matt, showed me where the coils on my unit had been totally chewed through. Nice dogs! So instead of the $625 motor, I was going to have to purchase a whole new system. Matt was so nice and kept apologizing - like it was his fault. Anyway, my friend said, "ok, let's go to The Gold Rush. It's too late to go to the Frist Center". So we did. On the way there, a truck pulled out in front of us. The license number had "67" at the end of it. A symbol, which lately I've been seeing alot. It was the last 2 phone numbers in Bob's phone number which he had when he left Nashville. As my separation from my ex began, I would always see those 2 numbers. And yes, Bob would go to The Gold Rush often. About every time I would see those numbers, I would hear from Bob, in some form or fashion. We went inside and sat at the bar and here comes the man who was there before who kept pinching my ass. He put his arm around me and I looked at my friend. My friend suggested to the man that they go to the other side of the bar. When they came back, my friend and I said we were going to shoot pool. I then turned to the man and told him, "keep your hands off of me, if you touch me, I will smack the shit out of you". He left me alone the rest of the night.

This morning, another air conditioning man came out to tell me how much it was going to cost to replace my heat pump. $7,027.

Fight for what you want? I didn't have to fight. I meant what I said. Often times, words are enough.