He walks into the two-bedroom, single-wide trailer and notices that he can see his warm breath turning into clouds in front of his face. He automatically knows what's wrong with this picture. The furnace, once again, is broken.
Being a guy, he, along with the help of his roommate, has already figured out how to rig the furnace to make it work. Of course, they could have just called the landlord, but that would've been way too easy. His roommate is perched, indian-style in front of the furnace, unlit match in hand.
"Hey dude, I'm fixin' it, just cool out," he says. "Eh okay," he thinks, "guess I'll be keeping this coat on for a while."
The roommate starts the familiar ritual; smack the wall, hit the heater, strike a match and throw it in. Whoosh!
He turns around just in time to see a fan of flames engulf the roommate, for a half-second, and return cozily back into the furnace. Shock. Is he okay?
Strings of smoke are coming off his eyebrows, hair and even out of his nostrils. HA! The roommate's face says it all. He's fine, thankfully, but was that his life he just saw flash before his eyes? Probably so.
Went to church and lunch with the family yesterday. My dad, with a little bit of motivation (usually from me) frequently loves to reminisce about funny happenings of his past. Thought this one was worth sharing...
Hope everyone's Monday was full of sunshine and daisies :)
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