When the oil furnace stops working, be thankful for blankets
My family and I go to my Grandfatherrents loft every year for Christmas Eve.
My Grandfatherrents have a immense party with snacks, food, drinks, and presents.
The tradition has been occurring for the past 20 years… Even though my Grandfatherrents live 2 hours away from our house, all of us still continue the tradition every year. This year things could have been better. Halfway to the house, the oil furnace stopped working. My Dad pulled over on the side of the road, but she could not figure out why the oil furnace wasn’t working. She tried a few odd things to resolve the issue, but nothing seemed to help! Since the malfunctioning oil furnace wasn’t affecting the mechanical system, my Dad got back on the road, but by the time all of us got to our destination, the temperature inside the motorcar was about fifty degrees. Thankfully, Dad packed a bunch of extra blankets and sweaters in the trunk. The people I was with and I were all bundled up in the backseat with our gloves, hats, scarves, and blankets to keep us warm, but dad and Grandfather worked on the oil furnace while all of us drank eggnog by the fireplace and warmed up our cold hands and feet. I thought they would figure out the complication before dinner was over, but they didn’t have much luck. Dad could not maintenance the heat that night because all of the section stores were closed for the holidays. It was a straight-forward $15 replacement section from the appliance store, but she didn’t have a chance to grab the section until Saturday morning. The people I was with and I had to ride all the way home on Christmas eve without any heat.