Burning The House Down!

Burning The House Down!

So I’m in hotel room. In an effort to save money I borrowed a small camping type stove from a friend. Now understand, this is a bit of a semi holiday weekend for me as well, so the cooker was mostly about being able to cook up outside and the like. You know, in parks and outside in the sun and stuff. Just two days ago being able to have a cooked lunch on a small island in the middle of a lake was just excellent! Anyhow, I wasn’t too careful about positioning the pan and stove, and I forgot that mushrooms emit a sightless smoke when the lighting isn’t direct... Half way through heating my tinned spaghetti (Hinez I might add!) I get a knock on the door. “Just a minute while I get some trousers on!” I shout as I turn everything off. It’s the duty manager looking in a bit of an emotional state asking if I’ve got something smoking in the room... I tell her straight out that I’m cooking. She tells me that the fire alarms are about to go off... That is when the fire alarms go off! The entire building is evacuated, guests and staff alike, I try and apologise and explain but get told to go to the fire meet point and “I’ll speak to you afterwards”. I felt like a school kid being told that the head master wanted to see me to tell me off after school. Oh man... And that’s when the first fire engine turned up, sirens wailing. I say first because it was closely followed by a second. I’ve got to give it to the fire services for their prompt arrival. I was a little disappointed as it was at least a minute more before the fire support vehicle showed up, but hey who’s splitting hairs eh?

Anyhow, when it was all over (I heard a women explain that she had to run out of the shower) I had to ‘go and see the duty manager’ I think her name was Christine. She was very annoyed, and I did the only thing I could in that situation which was to eat a lot of pie (humble). I apologised profusely – I think I even used the words “I want to apologise profusely”. Anyhow, she’s confiscated the stove and stuff for the moment as part of the agreement to let me stay here for the rest of the week.

The moral of the story? That’s one of the problems. I can’t seem to figure the moral out, which is what truly worries me. See, most people make mistakes and then learn from them, and perhaps most people would say the learning here is that you really should never NEVER use a stove inside a hotel room. What I take from this is that if you’re going to use a stove, next time use it actually on the window ledge itself so that there is no chance of setting of the alarms.

Is that wrong?

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ARGH!!! One of these days I'm going to... Never mind, same old thing day in day out, yeah!?