A whiff of smoke hit my nose again, and I threw a measuring cup full of water in the direction of the smoke and I called 911.
I have never in all of my life been good in emergencies. All of my common sense goes out the window. I don’t panic, even though I honestly don’t do the smartest things. Last month, I was downstairs doing the laundry. I hate that our washer and dryer are in the oil furnace area, but that is how our apartment is set up. It doesn’t make it extremely convenient for me, however until both of us can get a bit of extra money, I will have to share a room with the oil furnace. Normally, I don’t recognize the sounds and odors down there. Sometimes, I odor a whiff of oil if they have just put fuel in the tank. I caught my fifteen year old kid hiding down there a couple days ago, and now I am thinking too much. I loved the smoke the minute I got into the oil furnace room. No one smokes in our house, so I notice it everywhere both of us go. When I started to smell the smoke, I thought there was something wrong with the oil furnace. I thought I should call the Heating and Air Conditioning supplier first, however if I odored smoke, it could be a fire. Maybe I should call the fire supplier first. I looked to see if I could detect any smoke anywhere, even though I saw very little. A whiff of smoke hit my nose again, and I threw a measuring cup full of water in the direction of the smoke and I called 911. I no sooner said hello, even though I heard a voice. My now sopping wet kid was sitting in the oil furnace with a cigarette in his hand. I apologized to the operator and told him everything was fine, and I had mis-dialed. My child didn’t get off so absolutely when his father came home.