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Fireman on Duty

As I was watching Amazing Race last night (and talking on the phone at the same time) I heard Muh Main Man holler up that he had a fire. Not thinking this at all unusual, I answered 'OK' and assumed he'd left the building. A couple of minutes later, I noticed a putrid smell wafting to the upstairs floor, and I hurried to tell Muh Main Man to get his stinky fire gear out of the house. I thought it a bit weird that he was sitting on the couch watching TV so I asked him why he wasn't at the fire.

He began to relate that it was "WE" that had a fire, not "HE". Brainy Boy decided to make some microwave popcorn in perhaps what is my most beloved and most used gadget in the house - my Samsung combination toaster oven/microwave. Rather than hitting the microwave button, he hit the toaster button (which is clearly separated and marked a different color ) and proceeded to literally fire up his bag of popcorn. When he checked to see if it was done, he found a fully involved fire inside my microwave!

Lucky for us all, the machine was still working this morning (with only a bit of scorching on the rooftop) and all frozen waffles were safely prepared.

Comments

Unknown said…
Glad your Main Man was able to rush right to the fire and take care of things in good order. It's also a bonus your microwave was spared; I don't know what I'd do without mine.
Mary Ellen said…
Kind of gives new meaning to the phrase, "Oops, I burned the popcorn!"
Melanie said…
Good thing ya had a firefighter right there in the house!
PandaMom said…
Eeeeewe! Burnt popcorn is one of THE worst smells to get out!

The little Pledge story had me laughing out loud!
; )
Rochelle said…
Thank goodness you can still toast your waffles :) ....and that there was no other damage of course!

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