I went with my father to New York to help my aunt pack up her moving van. My boyfriend lived out there, so I ended up staying at his house for the weekend. I got to his house and thought I was going to die. It was almost a hundred degrees in his house, and he was in the basement right next to the water heater. He said that their air conditioning unit had broken earlier that week and they hadn’t been able to find someone. I looked for ac repair in Manhattan, NY.
I found a good bit of repairmen, but they all wanted to charge me my first born child. He told me to forget about it, his dad would just have to do it when he had a day off. I just don’t understand how they were living in this heat like that. His mother is handicapped and needs oxygen at all times, so I know she was having issues breathing because of the heat.
It took some digging, but I ended up finding someone willing to help us. They were kind about their prices too, knowing that we had a handicapped person in the house that needed oxygen. I didn’t have to fork up my first born child, or any limbs in order for them to come down and repair the unit. It was a miracle I was even able to find anyone willing to come down and fix it on a weekend, but I guess I just got lucky.
The funny thing is I hadn’t even found them by searching online or in the phone book. We were at the grocery store and someone heard me saying that our air conditioner had died and offered his services. He had just started his own business and was still trying to get some clientele. We were happy to give him a good review after he helped us!