The temperature inside the house was under 50 degrees — the thermostat stops at 50. No heat. I was cooking on a little propane camping stove. Multiple layers at night. COLD SHOWERS. ICE COLD. I definitely wasn’t dilly-dallying. I did definitely learn something about life before water heaters.
Finally, Monday, Entergy came out to look at the gas meter. See, they’ve been by to look at it at least 5 times that I can recall. Each time I talked to someone, went to the Entergy office, grabbed an Entergy guy off the street, I got a different story. The last I heard, they were going to have to change the meter because it was under water. To keep me from turning the valve on, they fully disconnected the pipe.
So, Monday rolls around. The guy hooks up the pipe and turns the valve on. I say, “Aren’t you going to have to change the meter — it was under water.” He says, “Naw. That shouldn’t be a problem.”
WTF!!!
For weeks, cold showers, soup, MRE’s, freezing may ass off!
I try to stay calm, but … I know, there are people far, far, far worse off than me … but who needs the aggravation all because of stupidity!
After the guy left, I cranked the water heater, and took my first hot shower in weeks.
Thanks to Katrina Chronicles for reminding me to post the story.