I put out a Fire

My brother, sister and I were on our wait to church. For the rest of this week we got to go to church at night for Easter, it’s called Holly Week.

On our way we smelled and saw a bit of smoke so my brother casually stopped the car. We looked out the window and we heard screams “Help! Help!”

Very nonchalantly we got out of the car, and almost seamlessly my brother and sister walked behind the house towards the smoke while I called 911 on Ticky Tacky (my cell phone).

By the time I jumped over the fence to face my brother I finished the call. There was smoke billowing out of a wood shack behind the house. My sister tried opening the door but I stopped her. You have to check if a door is warm or else the handle will burn your hand. I check the door and it was in fact warm, so I kicked the door down.

That’s right, I kicked the mother fucking door in!

I read that Worst-Case Scenarios book a few years back and I remembered:

There was no one inside but a raging fire- so my brother starts to shovel snow into the fire and I, still very calmly, turned to my brother and said- “Every back yard should have a hose. Get me a hose.”

So he ran left and I ran right, found a house and together we put out the fire until the fire men came. They toke over and as they did, I put my suit jacket back out- and seamlessly moved to the car, got in, and drove to church.

We didn’t talk about it much, except my sister. She ran her mouth every which way about it- but I was all smooth. Very Solid Snake, I must admit.

Turns out there was another fire right next door. I was outside getting some air when I saw another cloud of smoke, then a police car. That’s when I called 911 and brought their attention to a 2nd fire, only a block away. Turns out there were 4 fires all over my town.

Here is a news report about it

Very Solid Snake about it Indeed.