On Saturday we had a little barbecue with some friends. Everyone brought their own meat to throw on our grill and some scrumptious sides to share. Quick side note: I really do NOT like our grill, but it came with the house so I try not to complain too much. After about ten minutes I noticed that the light in the grill went out (looking back I also remember smelling gas...). I returned from the house with the lighter, knelt down, lit the lighter, stuck it in the hole close to the bottom of the grill and BOOM! I was thrown back on my rear. As soon as I hit the ground, I turned over and started scrambling away as fast as my knees and hands could carry me. In that instant all that I could think was "Get the heck away!!"
In actuality everything was fine. The explosion was contained within the grill and the grill is bolted to the concrete (otherwise it would have rocketed). I have a nicely skinned knee and feel very very stupid. So let this be a lesson of how not to light a grill!
1 comment:
holy crap Jenny. That is so scary. It is good to have those instincts even if you didn't necessarily need them this time. I am glad that it was bolted on the ground and it was open or anything. I'm glad you're ok!
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