pffffttttttttttttt and ping
Pffftt was the sound of mom's grill and it's fire ball.
Many years ago, I'd guess 15 years, I was lighting the grill and the propane ignited rather robustly. I lost the first inch of my head hair, my eyebrows and eyelashes were about half their normal size. I did go to the urgent care clinic and they rather blew me off (no pun intended). Needless to say I never went there again. But the grill blowing up has been a favorite story of mine. I mean the fireball was a sight to behold! Monday's incident was just as amusing. Again the propane was left on too long (mom's fucking matches suck, suck rocks - for her birthday she's getting a decent box). And it went fffffffffffllllllllllltt on me again. I even knelt down to light the sucker. I only lost a little bit of head hair this time, can't even tell.
The ping was my car. Apparently the neighbor across the street had a guest over. As he pulled out of the drive he managed to give my quarter panel a good what-for. He was nice enough to talk to my upstairs ladies and find out how to reach me. In fact he showed up at my work so I could come survey the damage. I was very impressed that he went to that effort. For once a person actually set a good example for his kids in the car.
I guess I can't put off going to the saturn dealership any longer, eh? At least all the pieces can be painted at the same time. ::grin::
You know normally all this car stuff would make me weep in the corner about how unfair life is. The bizarre thing is it amused me. No one ever touched my truck. Either of my trucks in fact. I get a little Saturn and it's like I got a target painted on it. Nuts.
Many years ago, I'd guess 15 years, I was lighting the grill and the propane ignited rather robustly. I lost the first inch of my head hair, my eyebrows and eyelashes were about half their normal size. I did go to the urgent care clinic and they rather blew me off (no pun intended). Needless to say I never went there again. But the grill blowing up has been a favorite story of mine. I mean the fireball was a sight to behold! Monday's incident was just as amusing. Again the propane was left on too long (mom's fucking matches suck, suck rocks - for her birthday she's getting a decent box). And it went fffffffffffllllllllllltt on me again. I even knelt down to light the sucker. I only lost a little bit of head hair this time, can't even tell.
The ping was my car. Apparently the neighbor across the street had a guest over. As he pulled out of the drive he managed to give my quarter panel a good what-for. He was nice enough to talk to my upstairs ladies and find out how to reach me. In fact he showed up at my work so I could come survey the damage. I was very impressed that he went to that effort. For once a person actually set a good example for his kids in the car.
I guess I can't put off going to the saturn dealership any longer, eh? At least all the pieces can be painted at the same time. ::grin::
You know normally all this car stuff would make me weep in the corner about how unfair life is. The bizarre thing is it amused me. No one ever touched my truck. Either of my trucks in fact. I get a little Saturn and it's like I got a target painted on it. Nuts.