Coming Home

By the time the train arrived in Manehattan, the sun had just reached its zenith in the sky. As it pulled into the station, Overdrive stood up from his seat, stretched his body out, and departed into the bustling metropolis.

Manehattan was a large city by any definition of the word. Millions upon millions of ponies lived, worked, visited, and traveled to the largest populated city in all of Equestria. Ponies of all walks of life could be seen within a single city block, and each had their own role and purpose.

Overdrive’s client was located over in the Lower East Side of town, a neighborhood known for its population of younger, more modern ponies. He had to go through several neighborhoods to get there, including a few questionable neighborhoods.

One of the neighborhoods, Greenwich Village, was home to many well-to-do ponies, as Overdrive noticed walking through the city. As he traveled through the neighborhood, he took a quick glance down an alleyway, and noticed a tail barely peering out of a box. He stopped for a second, and took a second look. It was a small tail, and he figured it was a small pony, who had struck out in life. He remained for another second, then realized what time it was, and quickly ran to his client’s establishment, making there in the nick of time.

Overdrive knocked on the door, and awaited for his client to answer. Eventually, the client came to the door. “Hello. You contacted me about a problem you’re having?”

The client responded, “Yes, my furnace stopped working the other day, and I have no idea why. I heard you were the number one pony to contact about issues like this.”

Overdrive nodded in response. “Yeah, it seems like my name has been getting thrown around a lot more these days. Now, where exactly is the furniture located at?”

His client pointed to a closet towards the rear of the brownstone, and Overdrive immediately set about going to work. He first popped the service panel off, and did a brief visual inspection. After seeing nothing wrong visually, he inspected the pilot line. Again, not noticing anything, he turned the gas off to the house, and inspected the gas lines. Upon examining the gas lines, he noticed one had a buildup of unused gas that was blocking any flow to the pilot light. He took a long screwdriver, and carefully dislodged the mass within the pipe, clearing it. He then took out a can of compressed air, and sprayed out the pipe. Once the pipe was all cleared up, he hooked it back up, turned the gas back on, and ignited the furnace. As the gas smoothly flowed to the pilot light, it ignited, and began to heat up the house. “Perfect,” he said. Good as new.

Overdrive cleaned up his tools, put the furnace back together, and did one last once-over, before reconvening with his client. “OK, everything looks good now. The reason it wasn’t igniting was because there was a slight clog in the gas line. I cleared it out, and it’s good as new.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” the client beamed. “You clearly stand behind your work, and you were very punctual and quick to respond. If I have any more issues, I’ll be sure to contact you again.” The client then handed Overdrive the bits he was owed.

“Honestly, it isn’t a problem at all. I enjoy fixing things. Being punctual and doing good work just comes with it. If you ever have another problem, by all means, contact me, and I’ll be back out ASAP.” He waved goodbye, and departing into the Manehattan evening sun.