Dear Furnace, I Object to Your Objection or Keep Your Damned Indicator Light to Yourself
Hello, furnace. I like the way you click-vroom, then pump wonderful hot water through pipes and warm my cottage. And the office. Since, you know, you are supposed to do both, and we are equally dependent on your good graces.
Why, I wonder, do you choose the coldest days of the year to show your bright red teeth? Ah. The indicator light. Steady red. Reset. Click-vroom. Nothin'. Back to the indicator light. Indicating that I'm pretty fucked when the temperature's barely going above the freezing point. Low in the 20s and teens over the next week?
Look, furnace. Whatever it is that you're on strike about, I understand. The economy's tough. You live in a basement. Let's simplify. Can we just come to an agreement? Because I am tired of trying to warm up with space heaters in a 50 degree building. By the water. With a steady wind.
Here's hoping your doc shows up soon. And I will be so--
NUTHATCH OUT THE WINDOW! Staring right at me. White-breasted. Hey, li'l needle-beak guy.
Oh, yeah. Let's skip getting sick, shall we? Thanks, furnace. Good times, as always.
Why, I wonder, do you choose the coldest days of the year to show your bright red teeth? Ah. The indicator light. Steady red. Reset. Click-vroom. Nothin'. Back to the indicator light. Indicating that I'm pretty fucked when the temperature's barely going above the freezing point. Low in the 20s and teens over the next week?
Look, furnace. Whatever it is that you're on strike about, I understand. The economy's tough. You live in a basement. Let's simplify. Can we just come to an agreement? Because I am tired of trying to warm up with space heaters in a 50 degree building. By the water. With a steady wind.
Here's hoping your doc shows up soon. And I will be so--
NUTHATCH OUT THE WINDOW! Staring right at me. White-breasted. Hey, li'l needle-beak guy.
Oh, yeah. Let's skip getting sick, shall we? Thanks, furnace. Good times, as always.