Scariness...
From Twitter:
mellebelle13 was majorly freaked out at 6 a.m. when one of Kevin's homemade beers EXPLODED, and I thought it was a gunshot... about 8 hours ago from web
So, imagine, it's 6 a.m. and your dog wakes up, jumps on the floor, and immediately vomits... You get up to clean it up, letting your significant other stay in bed because you get to go into work later today.
After cleaning up said vomit, you go downstairs to let both dogs outside. After the dogs do their business outside, you let them in, close and lock the door, and turn to head back up to bed. The dogs have
already run upstairs to get back to sleep, and you can't wait to do the same....
UNTIL you take about two steps away from the door, and something EXPLODES. Literally, it explodes, sounding like a shotgun blast. You manage not to scream, but you throw your hands up to your cheeks,
Macauly Culkin-style, and your jaw drops open. Tears well in your eyes from fright. You think someone is shooting at the house or someone outside is getting shot.... Then you notice the liquid shooting out
from behind the closed upper pantry door. Too worried to even open the cabinet and see what the mess is from, you turn to run up the stairs to wake your significant other, but your significant other has
already been awakened by the blast and meets you at the top of the stairs. "Are you okay?" he yells worriedly. You reply and say you're fine, but something exploded... Then both of you hurry into the
kitchen to discover what caused the mess...
Opening the top pantry door, more of the liquid pours out... Then you realize one of the homemade beers brewed by your significant other has exploded... The plastic bottle it was kept in was dismembered.
The bottle of the plastic bottle was blown off. The top half of the bottle shot upward with enough pressure there's now a bottlecap-sized half-inch deep hole in the top of the pantry... By this time, beer has
leaked over all the items in the pantry, down the front of the pantry doors, along the side of the refrigerator, and all over the floor... The smell is nauseating to someone who doesn't like beer.
But, clean up begins..After about 20 minutes, the clean up process is complete, at least enough for 6:30 a.m., but the fright lingers throughout the day. The worry all of the other bottles will or have already
exploded sits at the back of your mind, along with the dread of coming home to clean up more of the mess.
Luckily, nothing else exploded while you were at work.
And the day continues, making for one interesting story...
mellebelle13 was majorly freaked out at 6 a.m. when one of Kevin's homemade beers EXPLODED, and I thought it was a gunshot... about 8 hours ago from web
So, imagine, it's 6 a.m. and your dog wakes up, jumps on the floor, and immediately vomits... You get up to clean it up, letting your significant other stay in bed because you get to go into work later today.
After cleaning up said vomit, you go downstairs to let both dogs outside. After the dogs do their business outside, you let them in, close and lock the door, and turn to head back up to bed. The dogs have
already run upstairs to get back to sleep, and you can't wait to do the same....
UNTIL you take about two steps away from the door, and something EXPLODES. Literally, it explodes, sounding like a shotgun blast. You manage not to scream, but you throw your hands up to your cheeks,
Macauly Culkin-style, and your jaw drops open. Tears well in your eyes from fright. You think someone is shooting at the house or someone outside is getting shot.... Then you notice the liquid shooting out
from behind the closed upper pantry door. Too worried to even open the cabinet and see what the mess is from, you turn to run up the stairs to wake your significant other, but your significant other has
already been awakened by the blast and meets you at the top of the stairs. "Are you okay?" he yells worriedly. You reply and say you're fine, but something exploded... Then both of you hurry into the
kitchen to discover what caused the mess...
Opening the top pantry door, more of the liquid pours out... Then you realize one of the homemade beers brewed by your significant other has exploded... The plastic bottle it was kept in was dismembered.
The bottle of the plastic bottle was blown off. The top half of the bottle shot upward with enough pressure there's now a bottlecap-sized half-inch deep hole in the top of the pantry... By this time, beer has
leaked over all the items in the pantry, down the front of the pantry doors, along the side of the refrigerator, and all over the floor... The smell is nauseating to someone who doesn't like beer.
But, clean up begins..After about 20 minutes, the clean up process is complete, at least enough for 6:30 a.m., but the fright lingers throughout the day. The worry all of the other bottles will or have already
exploded sits at the back of your mind, along with the dread of coming home to clean up more of the mess.
Luckily, nothing else exploded while you were at work.
And the day continues, making for one interesting story...