When I planned my Christmas party, I didn’t expect it to be an extravaganza.
I only invited a few close friends and relatives.
I thought that there would be no more than thirty people at the house. Word got around about the Christmas party, and I ended up with almost one hundred people in the house. People were opening windows to cool it off inside, and I was in a panic. All the heat was going out the windows, and my furnace was running non-stop. I tried to get to the thermostat to turn it down, but there were too many people milling around. I was able to get to my dad and ask him how I could turn the furnace off while all these people were here. He headed downstairs and turned the furnace off for me. He wrote instructions on how to turn it back on when everyone left, and said if I had any problems, I should call. He and mom kissed me and said good night. That left a few odd family members and a lot of people I didn’t think I knew. The doors were open and the windows were open. I headed up to my room to hide, and that’s when I met Peter. He said he had been trying to get out of the house for the last half hour, but the door was blocked. We ended up talking until nearly everyone left, and he helped me turn the furnace back on. He was an HVAC technician who got drug into my house by a throng of people who thought he was part of the party goers.
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