How To Duck a Duct Cleaner

I know I shouldn’t brag, but if you were in my position, I am pretty sure you would too.

I don’t know if anyone other than me can claim to have the cleanest furnace ducts in North America, but I do.

For years, duct cleaning companies – there must be hundreds of them – have been calling me a couple times a month, asking if they could come to my house and clean my ducts. I started off getting into little arguments with the callers but finally gave up and moved to a new strategy.

“Hi, I’m Simon and my company can give you a fantastic deal on cleaning your ducts.”

“Sorry, Simon, but we just had them done.”

At first, I used to say we had them cleaned last week, but that seemed like too much of a coincidence and caused my salesmen to question my ability to tell the truth. So, I started using “a few weeks ago” and now have settled on one month.

The words “a month ago” trigger a lot of “clicks” on the other end of the line, no goodbyes offered, which leads me to believe that some duct cleaners can be a little rude and maybe should clean up their acts if not my ducts. Or maybe they start crying when they get off the phone with me and give their tear ducts a good workout. But I did get a polite fellow last week who seemed sincere in his hope that my ducts were properly cleaned at a good price.

So, in the past few years, I have had my ducts cleaned a month ago dozens of times.

And I am here to testify, that it is very important to keep your furnace ducts sparkling clean. In fact, I may need to have them done again soon, a month ago would be excellent, so am hoping for another phone call in the not-too-distant future.

I hope that polite guy calls back.

©2020 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.