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Because I've been way behind on grading and, as a result, in posting or doing anything else that is fun, I have to mention some of the non-dental excitement that I have neglected to pass on until now. The first event happened Super Bowl Sunday. In the evening. During the Super Bowl.
I'm sitting in the living room, chatting with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], and I smell what seems to be popcorn getting the almighty fuck scorched out of itself in a microwave. You all know the smell, acrid and charred. I bitch about it, and wait for it to pass. It does not pass. In fact, it lingers and seems to be getting stronger and more foul. I look out the peephole. There is nothing. About five more minutes pass, and I hear shouting. Lots of it. Coming from downstairs.
I'm in a nightshirt, and I pull on clothes and open the door, and holy fucking hell, the whole foyer of my building is full of smoke that makes me want to choke and gag. It's actually burning my throat and eyes. There are eight apartments in my building: four up, four down. My other upstairs neighbor is coming upstairs. One of the people on the first floor caught their microwave on fire.
He helped contain it, but what a fucking smell. It was bitter cold then, in the middle of one of our Alberta clippers, and I had all my windows open trying to air the place out. Which, I suppose, is the lesser of the possible evils that could have occurred.
The second thing happened about a week later on Tuesday night. Again, I was chatting with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]--I think I'm seeing a pattern here-and it's about 10:00 PM, and I hear this loud BOOM! Seriously, the windows rattled and the apartment shuddered a little. Now, this boom, it was really unlike any boom I'd heard before. It didn't seem like thunder or a car backfiring or a car accident or a gunshot. Because it was blizzarding and we were getting horrendous gusts of wind, I convinced myself it must have been thunder that sounded as a gust hit the house.
It wasn't until Thursday that I found out that a house at least a mile (probably more) from where I live exploded. They believe it was from a gas leak. An elderly (in their 80's) couple lived there. The wife died. The husband was in critical condition. Their wee Yorkshire terrier was found in the rubble unharmed.
Yeah, this last month has been one of bad teeth and explosions. I think I've earned a little calm time. And I'd be happy to have it happen. Any time now. Please?
I'm sitting in the living room, chatting with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], and I smell what seems to be popcorn getting the almighty fuck scorched out of itself in a microwave. You all know the smell, acrid and charred. I bitch about it, and wait for it to pass. It does not pass. In fact, it lingers and seems to be getting stronger and more foul. I look out the peephole. There is nothing. About five more minutes pass, and I hear shouting. Lots of it. Coming from downstairs.
I'm in a nightshirt, and I pull on clothes and open the door, and holy fucking hell, the whole foyer of my building is full of smoke that makes me want to choke and gag. It's actually burning my throat and eyes. There are eight apartments in my building: four up, four down. My other upstairs neighbor is coming upstairs. One of the people on the first floor caught their microwave on fire.
He helped contain it, but what a fucking smell. It was bitter cold then, in the middle of one of our Alberta clippers, and I had all my windows open trying to air the place out. Which, I suppose, is the lesser of the possible evils that could have occurred.
The second thing happened about a week later on Tuesday night. Again, I was chatting with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]--I think I'm seeing a pattern here-and it's about 10:00 PM, and I hear this loud BOOM! Seriously, the windows rattled and the apartment shuddered a little. Now, this boom, it was really unlike any boom I'd heard before. It didn't seem like thunder or a car backfiring or a car accident or a gunshot. Because it was blizzarding and we were getting horrendous gusts of wind, I convinced myself it must have been thunder that sounded as a gust hit the house.
It wasn't until Thursday that I found out that a house at least a mile (probably more) from where I live exploded. They believe it was from a gas leak. An elderly (in their 80's) couple lived there. The wife died. The husband was in critical condition. Their wee Yorkshire terrier was found in the rubble unharmed.
Yeah, this last month has been one of bad teeth and explosions. I think I've earned a little calm time. And I'd be happy to have it happen. Any time now. Please?
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