I was working in the house last week, and whenever the furnace turned on, all I could smell was gas.
I was worried my furnace was going to explode when I realized where the odor was coming from.
If the gas fumes were building and the igniter turned on, it could cause a big boom, and I would be in the house. That prospect did not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. I called the HvAC company, not knowing what else to do, and told them about the odor of gas wafting in the air. The young woman I was talking to, told me to get out of the house. I was now in a panic to grab my baby and my purse, that I wasn’t thinking straight. I still had the phone in my hand, and I could hear the woman at the HVAC company talking to me. She told me to take a deep breath. My purse, phone, and baby was all I really needed. Half an hour later, the HVAC technician was knocking on the window of the car. He said he had shut the gas off, and it would be safe to go in the house. The furnace needed to be repaired, and it would take a day or two to get the part. I was only half listening as I wondered if I should call my husband, or just wait until he got home. The HVAC technician told me to call my husband and then arrange for somewhere to stay for the next couple of days. I’m not sure what I would have done if the HVAC technician hadn’t been talking to me. He kept me from panicking.