About twenty years ago, when I was still married, our wife and I purchased a pretty big home near the hospital in our city… It was an older home, and I loved it.
It was built into a hill, so you walked into the upstairs floor, and there was a lower floor, too.
It was brick and appealing. It looked much smaller from the outside than it really was; the only thing about that home that I didn’t care about was the heating system. The heating plan was composed of a heating system that ran on fuel oil. The fuel oil tank was under the ground, which I was happy about because I am sure it would not have been pretty to look at. There was a little pipe sticking up out of the ground, and that is where the heating system fuel oil tank was filled, but all of us had to call in a heating and cooling supplier to even figure out how to use the heater. They offered us the name of a fuel oil supplier, and the fuel oil woman came and filled up the tank. I was happy to be having heating again, as it was starting to get pretty cold. That was the coldest wintertime all of us had around here; I have lived here thirty years, and I don’t remember there being a single day that was any colder. Anyway, she filled up the fuel for our heating system, and she proceeded to hand me a gigantic bill that almost left me falling on the floor. Then when I think about those days of having a heating system, I easily care about the central heating and cooling I have now.
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