Friday, February 5, 2010


Our complex caught fire today. It was being re-roofed. And it's chilly. And apparently tar doesn't spread when it's chilly. So the roofers were using a blow torch to heat up the tar.

I'll bet you know what happened next. Since tar is famously flammable.

Brad happened to be outside working on his truck when he saw smoke and heard the roofers cussing like sailors in their efforts to find a way to turn on the outside spigot. They needed a pair of needle-nosed pliers. Brad rushed a pair on over.

Yes, yes. My very own hero.

However, with the immediate crisis averted, the roofing super started chewing out our superintendent for not having the spigot ready for such emergencies. There was more cussing and a lot of what Brad described as passing the buck.

Brad finally interrupted him. "Wait. You're not blaming our super for the fire you started... right?"

And that was the end of that.


  1. Sometimes you really wonder what goes on in some people's minds, huh?

  2. Yeah, the spigot was the real problem.

  3. yay for Brad. you would think roofers would know that tar is flammable. yikes.