I left work to go get some food just now. On the way out, I saw some smoke, thought, “Huh, that looks like it’s near my place,” and promptly forgot it. On the way back, taking a different route, I passed the street leading to my house, saw a police car blocking it off, and saw, over the roofs, a fire truck ladder spraying water downward. That got me a little more nervous, so I went down the next street, (where I could see that my house was fine) parked, and walked down to the cop. Turns out it’s a towing company about a block and a half from where I live that’s going up in smoke. The cop said it was just about under control, so everything should be OK, but still, it was pretty nerve-wracking.
Funny thing is, I (being a student) live in a student housing-intense area, and this towing company just happens to be the one contracted to enforce parking regs at many nearby student complexes. Hmmm…
There was a brush fire less than a mile from my house about three weeks ago. I was home at the time, and I could smell the smoke. The sky was an ominous gray color, and it was dead silent outside. Very unnerving!
But now I’m all wet. And my pants are being charred away…
Actually, I once accidentally set a pair of my pants on fire (not wearing them at the time). They burned green. Now I know copper and halogens burn green, but I’m not sure I had either in them. Weeiiirddd…
It figures I would set my pants on fire :rolleyes:
They got wet fording a stream. I decided to dry them out over the fire (out camping, this was). They were high above the fire–high enough to be safe…or so I thought.
I walk away for a minute pantsless (hoping Audrey fails to resist), come back, and there are my pants…green flames and all. Good thing I had some others
