Well, this certainly is a thing.

[mme_hardy]

Earlyish this morning I heard what I assumed were police walkie-talkies. I was mildly interested but went back to sleep. About an hour ago (noonish) I got a text from the town I live in, explaining that there was a suspected gas leak ... then I reread. Yup. Literally right outside my front door. My husband went out and took a grocery bag to his car. He reported that the entire street was full of gas-company trucks, at least ten. I went out, fiddled with a tomato cage, lost courage, and went back inside.

Now I am sitting here bemused and listening to digging sounds. It's all very interesting.

We're supposed to shelter in place, and with grim memories of the San Bruno explosion, I am. Still more bemused than anything.

e: Just got the all-clear text. Digging noises continue.

Comments

[movingfinger]

ACK NO

[edenfalling]

YIKES. Sending good thoughts your way!

[sabotabby]

Eeesh. Glad you're okay.

[pameladean]

I read this AFTER the all-clear ETA but I am still just going ACK. I don't know what possessed anybody to think it was a grand idea to put this incredibly flammable stuff in pipes and use it for running appliances. But then I remember that indoor rooms used to have gas flames in them, with just open cages around them, and there's a Ngaio Marsh book in which an actor is murdered by someone in a dressing room with which his shares a gas line -- if you blow out the gas in one dressing room, it goes out in the other one too. We're all mad here.

P.

[rachelmanija]

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