Out of gas

I am trying to suppress a smile on my face when I write this blog. It's about "Gaz" man! *chuckles*

As part of our preparation to move to our apartment located within the walled city, we had the gas company send one of their staff to check for leaks and just make sure that the system was in perfect order. So here I am waiting at the apartment and just then the buzzer goes off - I let someone (i assume its from the company) in and am standing at my door to hear the doorbell ring. No ring !

Again the buzzer goes off, I let another someone in, but this time it was "gaz" man. Good heavens !

At approximately 5'10" tall, dark black hair combed to a soft spike, early stubble on the face, a perfect smile and light eyes!!!! I had a weak moment. Sigh ! he didn't know a word of English or else I would have............

He asks to be let into the apartment, and gets on with his routine of checking this and that. He concludes that something is not right and mutters 'Complicat'; so I put him on the phone with AJ's colleague so that we could all understand what was going on.

Anyways, the man left - I had no 'gaz' and remained in a state of 'gas' lessness.

Dreamy and giddy headed I waited for AJ to get back. Once he returned he enquired "How was your day?"

So I quipped,"Out of gas?"