the Burning Mulch aka Why my Neighbors are Idiots!
This morning i had to wrap myself in a towel and rush to someone knocking urgently on my front door. Most people know not to so this since Kristana lives in that room and we use the back door as the front door now.....so i knew something must be wrong. I put the chain on the door so i could just open it partway, me being in a towel and thats all i didn't want to just step outside.
There was a man outside. "I just thought you ought to know your mulch is on fire and you may want to do something about that!" It took me a second to digest that.
"What?!?"
"Your mulch is smoldering and on fire, i just thought you should know, because it is moving under your porch and it might catch it on fire!"
"Uh, ok, thanks!"
So i throw on some clothes. Go outside and look. Sure enough there is approximately 2 feet square area of mulch that is smoldering, including some that has moved under the porch and was starting to burn some wood signs the landlord had stashed under there. So i go back into the house and grab the kettle, and run outside to put it out. It takes three more kettles full of water to put it out all the way. Argh!!!
Lucky thing i was awake and downstairs already, otherwise i wouldn't even have heard that man knocking! I might not have woken up until the fire department came busting in!
Who is to blame for this stupidity? The upstairs neighbors. Yes, last night they were having a party on the front porch...... let me just say it was a good thing Kristana wasn't home because it was loud and she would have been PISSED OFF. The stairs were packed with strangers, looking very collegish and drinking too many Coronas and Busch Ices. They had a barbecue set up on the little lawn outside our house. At this point it didn't care what they did. Barbeque's are forbidden in the leases on this house, but i really didn't care because it didn't SEEM like a big deal. Besides, i was waiting for my friend Jennifer so we could go watch a movie at her friend's house. We left, watched our movie and hung out with her friend, then biked home. When i got home and locked my bike up on the now empty porch, i noticed a faint smell of burning rubber or plastic. At the time, i wrote it off. Jenn is a crazy insane dumb spazz of a bicyclist, and i had to brake *really* hard several times on the way home just to avoid colliding with her, so i figured maybe the brake pads were a little melty.
Or i figured it was just residual smell from the barbecue, and that they had burned something rubber or plastic for fun after they had gotten WAAAAAAY too drunk. Crazier things have happened. So i went inside and went to bed.
So when i discovered the situation this morning, basically what it looks like is that they poured a little bit of water on the coal ashes, assumed it was good, and dumped it out under the stairs.
Fucking asshole idiots.
You do not mess with fire like that, and put your neighbors lives at risk. Argh!!!!
This morning i had to wrap myself in a towel and rush to someone knocking urgently on my front door. Most people know not to so this since Kristana lives in that room and we use the back door as the front door now.....so i knew something must be wrong. I put the chain on the door so i could just open it partway, me being in a towel and thats all i didn't want to just step outside.
There was a man outside. "I just thought you ought to know your mulch is on fire and you may want to do something about that!" It took me a second to digest that.
"What?!?"
"Your mulch is smoldering and on fire, i just thought you should know, because it is moving under your porch and it might catch it on fire!"
"Uh, ok, thanks!"
So i throw on some clothes. Go outside and look. Sure enough there is approximately 2 feet square area of mulch that is smoldering, including some that has moved under the porch and was starting to burn some wood signs the landlord had stashed under there. So i go back into the house and grab the kettle, and run outside to put it out. It takes three more kettles full of water to put it out all the way. Argh!!!
Lucky thing i was awake and downstairs already, otherwise i wouldn't even have heard that man knocking! I might not have woken up until the fire department came busting in!
Who is to blame for this stupidity? The upstairs neighbors. Yes, last night they were having a party on the front porch...... let me just say it was a good thing Kristana wasn't home because it was loud and she would have been PISSED OFF. The stairs were packed with strangers, looking very collegish and drinking too many Coronas and Busch Ices. They had a barbecue set up on the little lawn outside our house. At this point it didn't care what they did. Barbeque's are forbidden in the leases on this house, but i really didn't care because it didn't SEEM like a big deal. Besides, i was waiting for my friend Jennifer so we could go watch a movie at her friend's house. We left, watched our movie and hung out with her friend, then biked home. When i got home and locked my bike up on the now empty porch, i noticed a faint smell of burning rubber or plastic. At the time, i wrote it off. Jenn is a crazy insane dumb spazz of a bicyclist, and i had to brake *really* hard several times on the way home just to avoid colliding with her, so i figured maybe the brake pads were a little melty.
Or i figured it was just residual smell from the barbecue, and that they had burned something rubber or plastic for fun after they had gotten WAAAAAAY too drunk. Crazier things have happened. So i went inside and went to bed.
So when i discovered the situation this morning, basically what it looks like is that they poured a little bit of water on the coal ashes, assumed it was good, and dumped it out under the stairs.
Fucking asshole idiots.
You do not mess with fire like that, and put your neighbors lives at risk. Argh!!!!
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Oh, and good luck dealing with fools who almost burned your house down.