This week my life got a jolt of the wrong kind. The coil inside my electric oven decided to go haywire and I heard the sound of someone sticking a fork in a toaster as my lunch cooked in the oven. Sparks flew and my heart jumped to my throat.
My lunch flew out of the oven and I saw a bright white flame. At first, I thought it was a piece of food that fell on the coil but the sparks didn’t go out. Instead they grew. I was tempted to grab the fire extinguisher but it was electrical and I didn’t want to make it worse.
The panic in my brain didn’t allow to think about shutting off the circuit. I had no idea how or where my stove was plugged in. It took 3 tall firemen to pull out my stove and to shut off the circuit. Of course, this was a slap to the forehead later but in the moment I was worried about a large grease fire starting.
The silliest thing was that I was concerned over the state my place when they walked through my door. Of course, this happened when all my boxes were stacked everywhere after all the craft and air fairs. I must have looked like a hoarder and I was embarrassed but it was too late.
Well, needless to say. My oven is clean and all those boxes were cleaned up. It’s kind of like one of those moments when your mother’s voice pops into your head from when your little. You know, always go out with new underwear because you never know.
They probably would have shaken their head if they knew I had run to put on pants before they arrived and I got off the phone with emergency services because that’s more important than a fire right? Oh, the things we do as humans.
Don’t worry, once the emergency was done and they left I didn’t bother to put pants back on for the maintenance man who showed up to put in a new coil later that day. He was faced with my bulldog boxers and unshaven Minnesota winter legs.
After all is said and done, I guess I have some emergency situation practice to do, with a little more cleaning. At least I had on clean underwear on during the whole thing. Some part of me listened to mom. Can you imagine if we froze everyone during the last 2 years in place to see what they were wearing at home? Or what state their home was in?
Maybe that’s worthy of your writing prompt for this weekend. I might be on a holiday posting break but you know my fingers can’t resist. I’ll still post once or twice a week this month.
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