I bet you’re wondering what this post is going to be about.
Last night, I got home about 6 pm. I opened the front door, set down my purse and keys, greeted the squirming ball of fluff that had run to meet me. About 20-30 seconds later, I knew something was wrong. Was it my Jedi-keen reflexes or my Buffy-like sense of awareness? Yes.
That and the overwhelmingly pungent, sickly sweet smell of gas.
I immediately woke Kyle, grabbed Madigan and the keys, and walked out to call the emergency maintenance line for our apartment complex.
At first, the maintenance man didn’t believe me.
Probably the acetone finish we use when we’re remodeling empty units. Does it smell real strong, like nail polish?
“Uh, no. It smells like gas.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. It smells like a filling station in our apartment!”
And when he brought his fancy-pants gas detector into the house, the thing went crazy. It wasn’t a big leak (some of the connecting piping in the back of our gas stove had worn out and he was able to replace it) but still, a little disconcerting.
So here’s what I’ve learned about gas leaks…
If you smell something weird, DO NOT:
-flip any light switches
-turn anything on
-plug anything in
-light a match or any kind of flame (um, duh)
If you smell something weird, DO:
-open all the windows (unless doing so will cause you greater harm)
-get out of the house
-call emergency maintenance or your gas company immediately
Anyone ever dealt with a gas leak or something similar in their own home?