This is a story of a man, a mouse and a barbeque grill.
Back story: The firehouse works 24 hours shifts. There are three groups, A shift, B shift and C shift. Each shift has it’s own pantry an refrigerator. The share a large kitchen. Each shift pooled money to buy their own barbeque grills. A shift has a Weber™, B shift has a cheap orange thing, but C shift has a $1000 propane outdoor kitchen.
One day last week, While B shift was working one of the guys (not the sharpest or most useful tool in the shed) saw a wee little mousy run inside C shift’s fancy outdoor kitchen. He thought he’d help C shift out by humanely euthanizing the mousy.
He turned on the propane. He peeked inside after 2 minutes, bit mousy was still fine. He waitd another 3 minutes. Hmmm. It wasn’t working. He thought maybe the tank was out, so to check, he stuck his lighter into the start hole… :eek:
BOOM!
The lid traveled 40+ feet in the air, the sides blew out, landing 5 feet on every side of the, now naked, burners. The lid landed with a resounding CLANG! and the mousy ran out and away.
Luckily (or not) the firefighter lost only his eyebrows and a fair size chunk of his pride.
Now, he has to explain to C shift how he really can’t pay to replace their $1000 grill. Do you think they’ll take his offer to use the orange monster that belongs to his shift?
The word of his instant Karma flew farther and faster than the forementioned lid. At least, it didn’t make the news. 