So. He takes one look at my furnace, stuffed behind a door in the hallway, a heating and air guy's nightmare, and about drops dead on the spot. No, we weren't here when the house was built. Sorry.
He turns on the heat. It has been off for days now. No burning smell. It smelled really bad early in the week. Thought the house would burn down. No screechy noise. Sounded like banshees in the furnace closet all weekend. Heat's blowing out of the vents just fine. The closet was really hot, but nothing had been blowing out of the vents. Huh. So.
So I wrote him a check for the service call. He told me to call him if it acted up in the next couple of days and my service fee would be good toward the repair.
Really? I could have had heat all week? My toes wouldn't be blocks of ice? Really? *sigh*
Until I write again ...