Just call me Mr. Stupid

[rigorist]

So . . .
Vremya called me from Minneapolis. The car wouldn't shift. The clutch pedal would depress, but the clutch wouldn't release.

She called and I hopped on my bike to get over there to see what I could do. Looks like the clutch master cylinder has failed. I can fix that, but not without the part.

I used my mad skill of being able to drive without a clutch to get her and the car home. Synchro-mesh ftw!

About two blocks from home, I remember I had left a pan of chicken and water on the stove to make stock. Uh oh . . . .

Apparently the fire department showed up while we were out. They came in through one of the windows and left us a nice note about the damaged screen. The pan of now very crispy chicken was in the sink. Everything smells of greasy smoke, but I don't see any smoke damage.

[godfry n. glad]

Mr. Stupid.

Just to make you feel a little less worse, I have Cruet pans (yes, that's multiple) with permanent rice grain etchings in carbon on the internal bottom because I went into the garden....

[livius drusus]

Damns. That's a pretty awesome fire dept you've got there. Time to contribute to the widows and orphans fund.

[Qingdai]

Yes, that could have been much worse.

When rescuing lady fair, it's a good idea not to burn down the castle.

[BrotherMan]

No doubt. My one and only experience with on site fire department goings on was a busted door - just like the rest of the apartment building. I don't knock them for it, to be clear. Better a busted door than a charred corpse.

I'm certainly relieved that it was nothing worse than a spoiled dinner.

[vremya]

I totally freaked out when we got home - the front window screen was off, so I thought the cats had gotten out. When we got in the cats were nowhere to be found. Panic time!

We found all the kitties, no one got out, they were hiding under the bed and way in the back room, and they didn't come out for ages.

Jake the Wonder Cat seemed more or less unfazed. One of the kittens, Badger, was crying on and off all night, most unlike him. Everyone seems to be back to normal now. Poor things, they most have been scared out of their minds.

[biochemgirl]

The poor kitties! That's quite the scene to come home to I'm sure.

[vremya]

It still smells like burned chicken, and where we put vinegar out, it smells almost like buffalo wings.

Pretty Cat refuses to come out of his hidey hole, but everyone else seems to be okay.

[viscousmemories]

Buffalo Wings
:homdrool:

[JamesBannon]

I've never burned a chicken, but I've boiled the arse out of a kettle. Does that count?

[Sock Puppet]

No doubt. My one and only experience with on site fire department goings on was a busted door - just like the rest of the apartment building. I don't knock them for it, to be clear. Better a busted door than a charred corpse.You really should keep your corpses elsewhere, anyway.