A black Impala pulled into the lot accompanied by a rooster tail of dust.
An exotic-looking woman with a mane of golden hair stepped out.
She wore a knit tank top tucked into printed palazzo pants and a pair of jeweled sandals. As the woman headed towards the house’s entrance, Polly caught a glimpse of her face; flawless brown skin, sharp features, and full lips covered with pink lipgloss. Polly thought there was no way that was the cooling technician the cooling corporation had sent. Her short but shapely nails were well-manicured, and there was no way they were to handle tools during quality AC service. Polly had called the local service provider to deliver a filter and fix the smart thermostat. Polly felt frumpy with her plaid shirt and jeans and, for a moment, felt the need to learn more about cooling technology; it could improve her fashion sense. She introduced herself as the homeowner, and the lady introduced herself as the HVAC contractor the HVAC business had sent. Polly hid her shock well and showed her to the electric heat pump. The filter was okay, but she voiced her opinion of getting a HEPA filter next to determine if it would improve the air quality. The cooling specialist thoroughly inspected the entire HVAC installation to ensure everything was okay. The climate control system had never been worked on by a lady since its installation, so Polly was so happy to finally get help with indoor comfort from a fellow woman. Even as she left, Daisy still had difficulty processing what had transpired; who knew there were beauty queens even in the cooling industry? Her unit now ran like new cooling equipment.