May 24, 2007
Us and Gas (no not that kind)
It's late afternoon, Vania steps out the door and asks me, "do you smell gas?"
I had just smelled it a few seconds before. But we're outdoors, where could it be coming from?
I walk over to the gas line, nothing. I hear it now. I walk into the garage and the, just filled, propane tank is visibly leaking. I check, it's turned off.
I, very uncomfortably, disengage it from the bbq and pull out into the middle of the front yard. I try to tighten the safety valve with a pair of plyers, I make it worst.
Anyway, long story short, called the firemen. They came. They didn't know what to do. They took the leaking tank.
Only one thing I didn't understand. They put the tank inside a closed compartment in the fire truck. Meaning that when they got to the Hall, this compartment would be filled with gas. My fire fighter neighbour couldn't believe they were doing that. But they couldn't just leave it here either.
Anyway, I haven't heard of anything going wrong, so it seems like everything turned out ok.
Posted by ed