OK, so I was at the grocery store today stocking up on supplies, and I decided I'd treat myself to a nice steak. I didn't earn it, but whatever. Capitalism, bitches.
So I got home and tossed the steak in the fridge for a little while, went and relaxed for a few. Time passed, and I decided it was zero hour.
I go out to the balcony, turn on the propane tank, set the knobs on the BBQ, and then I press the ignitor button. Nothing.
Press it again. Nothing. Damn. The ignitor button is pooched.
I know I have some matches inside in the kitchen, so I run inside to go get them. Being the educated and safety oriented man that I am, I leave the gas running. After digging around, I finally find the matches. I light one up, and move it closer to the grill.
Now I knew there was going to be a big flame. The gas was running. And the flame was big. No surprise there.
But the flame was TOO big. Like....Special effects from Transformers big. I saw it come up and I kinda tried to duck out of the way.
That was about 90% effective. Now I've singed part of my hair, my eyebrow, my eyelash, and I can't go anywhere without smelling burnt hair.
On the positive side, I made a damn good steak. It made everything better. Plus I was watching Smokin' Aces while I was eating, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even if Jason Bateman was only in two scenes.
So that's me. I've always liked fire, I just don't like being it's plaything.
So I got home and tossed the steak in the fridge for a little while, went and relaxed for a few. Time passed, and I decided it was zero hour.
I go out to the balcony, turn on the propane tank, set the knobs on the BBQ, and then I press the ignitor button. Nothing.
Press it again. Nothing. Damn. The ignitor button is pooched.
I know I have some matches inside in the kitchen, so I run inside to go get them. Being the educated and safety oriented man that I am, I leave the gas running. After digging around, I finally find the matches. I light one up, and move it closer to the grill.
Now I knew there was going to be a big flame. The gas was running. And the flame was big. No surprise there.
But the flame was TOO big. Like....Special effects from Transformers big. I saw it come up and I kinda tried to duck out of the way.
That was about 90% effective. Now I've singed part of my hair, my eyebrow, my eyelash, and I can't go anywhere without smelling burnt hair.
On the positive side, I made a damn good steak. It made everything better. Plus I was watching Smokin' Aces while I was eating, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even if Jason Bateman was only in two scenes.
So that's me. I've always liked fire, I just don't like being it's plaything.