Last week I drove out to the country to help a commercial client with a boiler repair.
The commercial client is the owner of a hotel out on Route 9.
The small hotel looks care about it could be the scene of a scary movie, however it is in a good location. The beach is only a mile away from the location and the hotel stays packed with seasonal tourists throughout the year. I had not been to the hotel in a entirely long time and the Heating as well as Air Conditioning supplier where I toil only recently picked up the account. I was the first person to service the boiler problems. I met with the hotel supervisor first. As soon as I walked through the front door, I recognized the lady. She was an old neighbor of my dads. She looked great. She truthfully didn’t look care about she seasoned much at all in the 10 years since I had seen her. She instantly asked about my mom and my dad. Every one of us talked for a couple of minutes about family and friends and after that I started toiling on the boiler repair. About an minute after I took the machine apart, my dad called on the phone. He says that he was thinking about me, although I thought it was really odd that he called me while I was toiling on the boiler at the hotel. I wonder if my dad and the woman still keep in touch and I wonder if she called him to tell him that I was there. I have a million questions that I would care about to ask my dad.