So, This is Interesting

I had to go in to work today for a couple of hours. While there, a fire broke out in one of the third floor bedrooms. An electric blanket caught on fire. Turns out the blanket was purchased at a rummage sale and already had burn marks on it, but the new owner decided that those small fires were out already, so no harm there. Also, the firefighters discovered there was a tank of Nitrous in the bedroom. When they asked the occupant about it he said, "Oh, it's fine. There was nothing in there." At which point the firefighter verbally wailed on the guy. The occupant clumsily tried to defend himself, failed, then apologized. Afterwords, every time he started to talk, someone made him stop.

Apparently, we all could have been blown up.

The moral, as it seems to me, is do NOT go into work on Sunday.