YOU WANT SHINGLES WITH THAT?
I thought I had shingles again. My first shingles was when my dad died. My dad was stressed, and so was I. This time around I was stressed about a building, not even a human. I had sold an apartment building and was annoyed with the gas company. The temperature outside was zero, and a meter man was at the building with a huge wrench, threatening to turn the gas off. I didn’t even own the building. I had sold it the day before! “You have two choices,” the gas man said to me. “Turn the gas off or leave it on.” I don’t own the place!
The new owner hadn’t called in for an initial reading. The temperature was supposed to drop to – 7. “Keep it on,” I said.
I went swimming to relax. I would chase the new landlord the next day for the bill. When I finished my laps, I noticed a red streak across my stomach. Shingles again?
My wife, a registered nurse, checked out my stomach when I got home. She said I had scratched myself.
Paranoid? No. Shingles is bad.
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So don’t leave us in suspense. Did he leave it on? Did he contact the new owner? Poor tenants, if not! I just had a heating problem but we straightened it all out with Verne & Ellsworth Hann. Yay!
To Kenny G:
Yes, the new owner left the heat on. The landlord always leaves the heat on, unless he wants frozen tenants and burst pipes.
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