Never mind that previous wimpy post. I’m fuming now…
Let’s talk about gas. All kinds.
I have a gas leak in my front yard which was discovered last summer. Apparently it wasn’t dangerous enough to do anything about then – or now.
I called the gas company today because a neighbour informed me she could smell gas as she walked to my front door.
As of today, the reading is 20 parts per million. I don’t know what the hell “parts per” refers to and I don’t care. One part per million is more than enough for me if you can smell the damn stuff.
Repair job to take place in two to six weeks - if I’m not bumped out of my place in line by a true emergency.
And the gas meter was also leaking. That was fixed. BFD.
And my dog has diarrhea - so he’s leaking gas too.
It stinks everywhere around here. Inside and out.
And my furnace is making those damn rumbling noises again – since yesterday. Sounds like it’s labouring to keep going.
Stay alive until tomorrow, you sucker.
And the (flat) roof over my front porch is leaking. Too much snow accumulation up there. Drip, drip, drip…
It’s been a sh*t day. And it’s not over.
Hey, the man from the gas company told me it was perfectly safe to start the car, light matches or have a butt outside by the gas leak.
Little sparks don’t matter…
Maybe I’ll take the dog outside (gas meets gas) and light up.