A late model Mustang pulled into the lot accompanied by a rooster tail of dust.
An exotic-looking woman with a mane of bright Auburn hair stepped out.
She wore a figure-hugging chartreuse tank top tucked into a printed sarong skirt that revealed long bare legs and a pair of jeweled sandals. As the woman headed towards the house’s entrance, Daisy caught a glimpse of her face; pale skin, sharp features, and full lips emphasized by crimson lipstick. Daisy thought there was no way that was the cooling expert the air conditioner corporation had sent, her short but shapely nails were well-manicured, and there was no way they were to handle tools during heating and A/C service. Daisy had called the air conditioner provider to give a HEPA filter and service the control unit. Daisy felt frumpy with her plaid shirt and jeans and, for a moment, felt the need to think more about the air conditioner; maybe it would improve her fashion sense. She introduced herself as the homeowner, and the lady introduced herself as an air conditioner specialist. Daisy hid her shock and proceeded to show her to the heating and A/C upgrade. The filter was okay, although she voiced her opinion of getting a HEPA filter next to determine if it would improve the air quality. The tech then took care of and tuned the temperature control and the multi-split air conditioner unit. She was thorough so as not to miss air conditioner service where necessary, but even as she left, Daisy still had difficulty processing what had transpired, who knew there were beauty queens even in the indoor comfort business? The lady was efficient and professional and told her that she was on her way to a personal engagement, hence the outfit. Daisy didn’t feel any less frumpy. Being an a/c serviceman in the cooling industry had a whole new meaning. All in all, her quality a/c was running smoothly.