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Last night was perhaps a little bit more exciting than I tend to prefer.
Lis dropped me off at homeat about seven thirty or so, and went to the library. I smelled gas.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merkcomet, who had come home maybe ten minutes before, came up the stairs and asked me if I smelled something funny, and I agreed that I smelled gas. We checked out the basement, and found that all the pilot lights on everything were just fine.
Lis came home maybe around eight or so, and asked if we smelled gas. We acknowleged that we did, and Lis, being smarter than we are, asked if we'd called the gas company. So we called the gas company, and about half an hour later, a guy showed up to see if there was a gas leak. He had his little gas leak detector with him, and checked stuff out, but didn't find anything. He checked out the stove in Dave's kitchen, turned the stove on and off again, and the pilot lights all worked there. And we went back to the basement. Dave at this point had long before gone upstairs to the third floor to hang out withmarquisedea and her mother.
I went back upstairs to the first floor from the basement, and wondered why Dave had started a fire in the fireplace, because I could smell and hear it, and see the flickering lights of fire through the door. Then I realized that 1) Dave wasn't in the apartment, 2) Dave wouldn't start a fire in the fireplace when there was a gas leak, and 3) we don't HAVE a working fireplace. I opened the door, and the kitchen was on fire.
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Lis dropped me off at homeat about seven thirty or so, and went to the library. I smelled gas.
merkcomet, who had come home maybe ten minutes before, came up the stairs and asked me if I smelled something funny, and I agreed that I smelled gas. We checked out the basement, and found that all the pilot lights on everything were just fine.Lis came home maybe around eight or so, and asked if we smelled gas. We acknowleged that we did, and Lis, being smarter than we are, asked if we'd called the gas company. So we called the gas company, and about half an hour later, a guy showed up to see if there was a gas leak. He had his little gas leak detector with him, and checked stuff out, but didn't find anything. He checked out the stove in Dave's kitchen, turned the stove on and off again, and the pilot lights all worked there. And we went back to the basement. Dave at this point had long before gone upstairs to the third floor to hang out with
marquisedea and her mother.I went back upstairs to the first floor from the basement, and wondered why Dave had started a fire in the fireplace, because I could smell and hear it, and see the flickering lights of fire through the door. Then I realized that 1) Dave wasn't in the apartment, 2) Dave wouldn't start a fire in the fireplace when there was a gas leak, and 3) we don't HAVE a working fireplace. I opened the door, and the kitchen was on fire.
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