We could go hang in the suburbs
A few weeks ago, I woke up in the morning and the thermostat was set to 78°. I live alone, and I didn’t remember setting the thermostat to 78 degrees. I thought it was a strange anomaly, but I chalked it up to sleepwalking. A few days later, I came home from work and found the air conditioner running. I had the heat pump running, when I left that morning. I was starting to think I might be crazy, until I talked to a few of my co-workers. I told them about the strange thermostat problems, and they suggested calling an HVAC contractor. They believed faulty wiring or a malfunctioning control board could be the problem. Since my coworkers didn’t think I was crazy, I decided to contact the contractor. I told them about the strange thermostat problems, and they agreed with my co-workers assumption. They came to the house yesterday and reviewed my thermostat. They removed the cover and fiddled with a few different wires. They asked what I spilled on the thermostat, and I was very confused. I didn’t spill anything on the thermostat. The HVAC contractor showed me some dried liquid. The contractor said I needed a new thermostat, because the liquid had caused some wiring issues. I was really frustrated, until I remembered my brother was in town last month, called him on the phone, and asked if he spilled something on the thermostat. He grew silent on the phone, and I heard him sigh. He admitted to tripping in the hallway, while carrying a can of pop.