I smelled it outside the front door . . gas.
Ok, definitely a serious thing. But, not horrible. I mean, I’ve smelled gas outside of homes before. Especially empty homes. Sometimes a technician turns off the gas to an unoccupied home and a wiff of gas stays in the air for a bit. It happens.
I’d been working for twelve hours. I just wanted to finish this last house and head home. I unlocked the door and went inside.
Uh-Oh. I could still smell it inside too. Well, I thought to myself, I’ll just take some pictures and head right outside. I was in to the second room of the house and wondered what the time limit is that a person can breathe in gas and stay coherant. Maybe this wasn’t worth it.
Ignition . . what could catch the gas? Not my phone clicking photos. I wouldn’t turn on any lights. I’d just snap pictures. I rolled my eyes at myself. This wasn’t worth it. My own thoughts were enough to show I shouldn’t be there! I headed back towards the door and heard a clicking. I looked around the corner and saw the stove. The stove was left on and letting out the gas. I turned it off, took a picture to show what I had found, and left. I called and informed people of the situation and drove home. I’ll go back out another day when the house has been aired out.
Tonight I am thankful that God has at least tens of thousands of angels following me around! When I some day get to Heaven, I feel like there will be jokes about all the stupid situations that I put myself in and God saved me from! I am thankful that nothing happened today. Something could have. I am fully aware of what could have happened. And I know I need to do better.
