I DO Smell Something!
Today's the first day of Kathy's four-week sabbatical. She's off to Scottsdale this morning for spring training with the San Francisco Giants. I was supposed to go with her, only Tilly hasn't been eating as much as she should and I don't feel comfortable leaving her right now. It's a short trip and Tilly might have been fine, but I would have worried the entire time. Besides, if anything comes up with the house, it's good to have one of us here. This raises the question of who has the most separation anxiety—Tilly, or me?
I thought I'd have to go over to the other house to meet with heating and AC guys again, but as it turned out, our Realtor handled it. You see, last week I kept smelling gas after they fixed the wall heater. I had them come back out later the same day to check it out. Of course, the technician couldn't smell any gas and he couldn't find a leak, so he left. Well, my realtor called today and said that she kept on them. Finally, they found the leak and fixed it, probably after muttering under their breath for a while about crazy ladies who smell things that aren't there.
I don't get it. Is there something about men not being able to smell gas leaks as clearly as women can? When our gas stove was hooked up in this house (the one we live in now) it turned out that the guys who installed the gas piping didn't tighten the fittings properly, and we had a big gas leak. The guy from the gas & electric company used some equipment to register the leak (which was I couldn't miss; it was overpowering me!) so that he could tell it was significant. But why could no one else smell it? He confided in me, "In this business I've learned that if a woman says she thinks there is a gas leak, there's a gas leak." So there!
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