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mrhtbd
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The drama never ends. Thanksgiving night, my daughter asked for toast.
"You just put it in," she said, "let me set the timer because I know just how I like it."
I put the toast in and sat down to read.
Several minutes later, I smelled smoke.
I got up and ran into the kitchen.
Two foot flames were shooting up from the toaster oven.
I immediately pulled the plug, then pulled the toaster oven away from the wall because the flames were shooting up onto the new cabinets I hung two weeks ago.
Then I opened the toaster oven door and blew out the flames.
It took several tries.
As it started to smoke heavily, I ran and opened the door to the garage and raised the garage door.
Then I ran back in and saw the flames were up again.
I blew out the flames again and shut the door.
Then I got some pot holders grabbed the toaster oven, and with the thing smoking up a storm ran it outside and put it in the driveway away from anything.
Weird thing was the stupid smoke alarm didn't go off.
I tested it and it was working for the test, so the battery was fine. Ridiculous.
I saw my daughter hiding under a blanket in the living room.
I said, "I think it's time for bed."
I was mad but held my cool, but when I went upstairs, I found my daughter and said, "Hey ______, next time there is a fire, run outside, don't hide under a blanket." "That's how my stupid brother got killed, he hid under a blanket and that's where they found his grease spot, six feet from the door."
I let it go at that.
That's all I need in my life, another house to burn down.
"You just put it in," she said, "let me set the timer because I know just how I like it."
I put the toast in and sat down to read.
Several minutes later, I smelled smoke.
I got up and ran into the kitchen.
Two foot flames were shooting up from the toaster oven.
I immediately pulled the plug, then pulled the toaster oven away from the wall because the flames were shooting up onto the new cabinets I hung two weeks ago.
Then I opened the toaster oven door and blew out the flames.
It took several tries.
As it started to smoke heavily, I ran and opened the door to the garage and raised the garage door.
Then I ran back in and saw the flames were up again.
I blew out the flames again and shut the door.
Then I got some pot holders grabbed the toaster oven, and with the thing smoking up a storm ran it outside and put it in the driveway away from anything.
Weird thing was the stupid smoke alarm didn't go off.
I tested it and it was working for the test, so the battery was fine. Ridiculous.
I saw my daughter hiding under a blanket in the living room.
I said, "I think it's time for bed."
I was mad but held my cool, but when I went upstairs, I found my daughter and said, "Hey ______, next time there is a fire, run outside, don't hide under a blanket." "That's how my stupid brother got killed, he hid under a blanket and that's where they found his grease spot, six feet from the door."
I let it go at that.
That's all I need in my life, another house to burn down.