Last night, while attempting to be good husband and make my wife
some tea while simlutaneously answering tech support emails, I managed
to almost burn down the dorm. The stove was much smarter than me,
as it managed to fool me into turning on the wrong burner. Normally
this would have just ended up with a hot burner and cold water 6 inches
away, but oh no, not for me. A plastic pitcher fell on the
burner. Three weeks into marriage, we are down one $2.00 pitcher
and one $39.48 burner from the Sears Online Parts store.
My sense of smell is almost completely lacking and therefore I
completely missed the smell of burning plastic until Amber came running
out of the bathroom. By then it was too late . . . The fire alarm
went off at 11:12 PM and the entire dorm had to clear out. Amber and I
stood outside in the 40 degree cold wet night with about 100 college
girls freezing in their pajamas. I sheepishly explained that I was just
trying to make some tea for my wife