Oh, I don’t know. A year ago I would probably have agreed with you. Because, you see, a year ago, I had not walked into the back of the restaurant in which I work to witness six (6) of my fellow servers standing silent and motionless, eyes wide and mouths agape, staring intently at a trash can as it emitted four-foot flames.
Me: Is it an oil fire?
Cow-Orkers: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
Me: Is it an oil fire?!
COs: :eek: :eek: :eek:
:eek: :eek:
CO#4: …No! It’s…I pitched a cigarette, on, like, some paper or something…
Me: [grabs hose conveniently attached to sink TEN FUCKING FEET AWAY, turns on waters, douses trashcan]
COs: …oh.
If six people can stand there and watch a fire come within minutes of destroying the very building they’re in, then I believe that three people can watch a running sink. Sad, ain’t it?