Rick, the owner, was highly responsive and professional. At 3:30pm yesterday (Monday, December 23), I left a voicemail. Before 3:45pm, Rick called back and I explained the situation: We need an urgent repair because our water heater is down and the water heater company won't replace it until we can get our flue problem resolved. He said he would see if someone could help me that afternoon or evening. Very shortly after that, he called back: The very next time he could send someone out would be this morning (Tuesday, December 24), so we agreed on that.
About 8:45 this morning, I got a call from Jonathan -- who said he was on his way. I asked him about when he would be here. He said it all depended on traffic and the like, and didn't even give me a rough estimate -- 30-45 minutes -- until I asked him again. To his credit, he fulfilled his arrival estimate.
When he arrived, he knocked on my door. I opened it, to see a man in civilian clothes (including a sweatshirt bearing the name of a high school auto shop) and no nametag, holding a wire and a lamp. I asked if I could help him. With a glare and an edge to his voice, he asked if I had not requested flue service. I said yes, but I wanted to know who he was. Only then did he actually identify himself.*
I told Jonathan that the best way to access the utility room was via the side door (on the same level as, and very close to, the utility room), and asked him to come with me. Unlike every service person I've ever had in my home, he insisted on following me -- not going right in front of me -- because he said he didn't know where he was going.
When he entered the laundry room (just before the utility room) he uttered and quot;Oh my God, what happened here?and quot; in the same tone I would use upon finding a wad of spittle on my cornflakes. I'll grant you that the room was a little messy, with a few papers on the floor and a pile on top of the dryer. Since it did not pose any safety issues that he raised or that I know of, he's welcome to feel whatever he liked but he could have kept his feelings to himself.
Jonathan went into the utility room, did an assessment including pulling a pipe out and turning the furnace off. He then went out to his truck. After he did whatever he needed to do there, he knocked on my front door again and told me he needed to go back and turn the furnace back on. Since of course now he knew the way, I asked him to go to the side door and I would be glad to follow.
Well, he wasn't having any -- not even after I explained that I'm not comfortable having someone I don't know behind me, and I feel since I'm the customer and this is my property my feelings should take precedence. He accused me of not trusting him, and I advised him that it's simply anyone I don't know. He responded that I'm not a small guy** -- basically, he just didn't get it. He refused to continue, and went back to his truck and drove away.
Immediately, I called the office -- and even before I could finish leaving a voicemail, Rick called back. I told him what just happened and asked if he could send someone else. He said that Jonathan was the only person he had who could do that particular kind of work. At my request he recommended a couple of other firms. I then wished him well and signed off.
[*] While his yellow truck was parked in my driveway, I did not see it at the time. When I did notice it, I saw no identifying marks on it.
[**] If it matters, Jonathan and I are roughly the same size.