Oh there's the local gas company that bills based on usage (the one we use), then there's the municipal gas company that bills you one standard bill all year long instead, whether your usage is higher or lower than there charge (the guy who called me mommy). Since we built an energy efficient house, with an extremely high efficiency gas furnace, we don't have any interest in the standard rate bill through municipal gas, 'cause unlike most of the much older houses around here, we'd be paying quite a bit more than the actual cost to heat our house if we went with them. We have teeny-tiny gas bills, but because our house was designed to look exactly like all the other character homes on the street I've had a hard time convincing the municipal gas people that my house is indeed a brand new energy efficent house, not one that leaks heat from every crack and window like most of the places on our street.
And it was definitly Mommy, and he said it in a pouty-little-boy-voice and even stuck out his bottom lip. Did I mention he had a Carribean accent? I suppose only a man with a Carribean accent could pull this line off and have the effect be me taking him psudo-seriously, instead of, say, laughing right in his face. I was half disgusted, half amused by the whole thing.
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