So...
I was moving a plastic fuel tank to the garage so our local tweaker population didn't "borrow" it from me. It's one of the ones that is designed to lay horizontal, but has a handle to carry it vertically. Like this:
Now, the shortest way to the garage from the front yard where I was standing was to go through the house. This was, as I would find out, a Very Bad Plan™. As I'm walking through the living room, I felt something wet on my leg and started to look down just in time to hear my wife yell "That smells like gas!". And sure enough, there was a small hole in one of the top corners (that became the bottom corner when carried vertically).
I spent the next 4 hours mopping the floor multiple times and trying to air out the house. Oh, and this was in the middle of our house being all masked off for exterior painting. So I had to tear the plastic off the windows (and pay the painters to get it put back on again).
My wife slept at the in-laws that evening. Good times. Lesson learned.
I was moving a plastic fuel tank to the garage so our local tweaker population didn't "borrow" it from me. It's one of the ones that is designed to lay horizontal, but has a handle to carry it vertically. Like this:
Now, the shortest way to the garage from the front yard where I was standing was to go through the house. This was, as I would find out, a Very Bad Plan™. As I'm walking through the living room, I felt something wet on my leg and started to look down just in time to hear my wife yell "That smells like gas!". And sure enough, there was a small hole in one of the top corners (that became the bottom corner when carried vertically).
I spent the next 4 hours mopping the floor multiple times and trying to air out the house. Oh, and this was in the middle of our house being all masked off for exterior painting. So I had to tear the plastic off the windows (and pay the painters to get it put back on again).
My wife slept at the in-laws that evening. Good times. Lesson learned.