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[inahandbasket]

Holy shit that was scary.

Came home at 11ish from an evening of playing Magic: The Gathering (yes, the card game) with some fellow old-school dorks, got dropped off at the apartment, walked up the steps and opened the door. Thereup, I was greeted by the overwhelming stench of natural gas.*
Freaked out, I ran into the bedroom and started shaking my dear prosicated, who didn't respond for a good 5 seconds. As you can imagine I was duly freaking at this point, but true to my form I wasn't shouting but just quietly... well... freaked out.

Finally she did wake up, and said "oh god, it does smell like gas in here..."
Like I needed the vindication. I almost had a headache already from the strength of it.

As it turns out, one of the burners wasn't all the way turned off, and had been slowly leaking for a number of hours into the apartment.
The cats are both fine, prosicated is also fine (and already back asleep), but damn that was a scary moment. I won't be sleeping for at least another hour, by then hopefully my heart will have stopped pounding.


*Yes, I know natural gas is odorless, but they cut it with methane for just such occurances. So you can smell leaks.

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[cobaltnine.livejournal.com]

And now I go and check my damn burners. Thank you for reminding me that I'm afraid of my stove.

I grew up with electric, this invisible explosive thing freaks me the fuck out, especially given the churrosplosion of yesterday.

[inahandbasket]

I grew up with electric too, but I totally prefer gas for cooking.
And I'm super-sensitive to the smell of gas as a result, which is good because I can always tell if there's gas leaking anywhere. ^_^