Post by Ayen on Mar 25, 2014 18:38:01 GMT -5
Okay, so during the Summer of last year my dad was working on this old, broken down bike that his sister asked him to work on. He didn't want to work on it, I can't remember what his exact reasons were, but I think it was a gut feeling with just the way it looked and all. But he agreed to anyway because 'family'.
All right, so he's working on it in the basement, something in his gut tells him he should work on it outside. He goes, "Nah, it will be fine." He fills it up with a half a tank of gas and then...
FIRE!
The whole damn thing catches on fire, flames are rising to the ceiling, he's yelling out profanities that I can hear all the way upstairs, of course he's always swearing when he's working on something so I thought it was just another day on the job. I have never been more wrong before in my life. To make matters worse the motorcycle thought it'd be a hilarious idea to fall over on the ground. My dad, out of instinct, reaches out to grab it with his bare hands (because he's a bawse), immediately yells at himself mentally with, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" and gets the lower part of his beard burnt off. Fortunately that, a wire and the freezer, was the extent of the damage.
Oh, and we had two fire extinguishers in the garage that was brand new and guess what? They were both empty... Brand new FUCKING fire extinguishers and not a damn thing in them.
Well, we call the fire department, they come in with the hose and everything, break open a window, practically floods the basement and cuts some wire or something that leaves us without power so for the rest of the day we had to clean up the basement, repair the burnt wiring caused by the fire and then replace a window. And then after we were all set to restore power, found out we didn't have a permit. We had to wait 2/3 days for an inspector to get his ass down to the house to look over the work, then another 2/3 days or so, if I'm remembering correctly, for them to finally restore power to the house so we were without it for... I think a week. Then the bike tried crushing my dad's foot. Here's the demon bike now!
BEHOLD! The most anyone here has ever seen of my home.
And that was my Summer. How was all of yours?
All right, so he's working on it in the basement, something in his gut tells him he should work on it outside. He goes, "Nah, it will be fine." He fills it up with a half a tank of gas and then...
FIRE!
The whole damn thing catches on fire, flames are rising to the ceiling, he's yelling out profanities that I can hear all the way upstairs, of course he's always swearing when he's working on something so I thought it was just another day on the job. I have never been more wrong before in my life. To make matters worse the motorcycle thought it'd be a hilarious idea to fall over on the ground. My dad, out of instinct, reaches out to grab it with his bare hands (because he's a bawse), immediately yells at himself mentally with, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" and gets the lower part of his beard burnt off. Fortunately that, a wire and the freezer, was the extent of the damage.
Oh, and we had two fire extinguishers in the garage that was brand new and guess what? They were both empty... Brand new FUCKING fire extinguishers and not a damn thing in them.
Well, we call the fire department, they come in with the hose and everything, break open a window, practically floods the basement and cuts some wire or something that leaves us without power so for the rest of the day we had to clean up the basement, repair the burnt wiring caused by the fire and then replace a window. And then after we were all set to restore power, found out we didn't have a permit. We had to wait 2/3 days for an inspector to get his ass down to the house to look over the work, then another 2/3 days or so, if I'm remembering correctly, for them to finally restore power to the house so we were without it for... I think a week. Then the bike tried crushing my dad's foot. Here's the demon bike now!
BEHOLD! The most anyone here has ever seen of my home.
And that was my Summer. How was all of yours?
