I have lived in my home for over twenty years, plus the mantel clock was a housewarming gift from my Dad plus dad, and it was a miniature Grandfather clock, plus I enjoyed it, and one afternoon, the Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C specialist came to the apartment to work on my gas furnace, and the longer every one of us sat talking, the more agitated the Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C specialist became.
I thought she wasn’t feeling well, however after that I noticed she was sticking her fingers in her ears.
I asked if she had an ear ache, but she said no, plus that everything was just fine. I knew what those words just fantastic meant, plus nothing was ever easily fantastic when they were murmured. I saw him glance back at the clock as she headed to the basement, plus she breathed a sigh of relief; When she came back upstairs, her mood immediately became surly again. I asked him there was something about my clock that agitated him. She shrugged. There had to be something there that had him so frustrated. I stared at him when she was talking, plus getting louder with each word she spoke. I asked him if my clock was her problem. She complained that the clock ticking was enough to drive him mad. She could not figure out how I could live in the apartment with that noise. She compared the ticking of my clock to a mosquito that is buzzing near your ear. I asked him to leave plus told him that the next time I called the Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C corporation, I would care about if she didn’t take the service call.