Travis Johnson
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What an oddity.
I was dropping my wife off at the hair solon when I saw this plume of smoke rise from the chimney of the house next door. It was not just smoke, but thick, heavy and gray. I even pointed it out to my wife and then it just blew up. I mean this big fireball. Really big. Kind of like an explosion since the smoke was now on fire. It simmered down pretty quick but it was a good chimney fire nonetheless.
So I grab the cell phone and call 911. They need the house number so I am running towards the house to get the number and see if anyone is inside. The first apartment there is no one home, but in the back there is a 60's ish woman, in her bath robe typing away on the computer. Its 14:30 PM.
I was like,"Did you know you have a chimney fire?"
She looks at me in disgust and says,"Well how bad is it?"
"Pretty darn bad."
"Then she says, "Well what do you want me to do about it?"
"I said,"Well I called the fire department so you might want to get dressed before they get here."
Now I know it was just a chimney fire, but here in Maine a lot of houses have been lost because a chimney fire went from bad to worse. This woman had no care in the world about it. It was like I ruined her day because I was telling her chimney was on fire.
Anyway the fire department came and it was not a simple chimney fire. They had 3 trucks there by the time they got the fire out. (two engines and a ladder truck. They needed the extra trucks to get to the tall chimney). It did not spread to the rest of the house however.
Anyway back inside the Hair Salon they said she has fires all the time which explained her cavalier attitude. Myself I am not one to panic easily but if I have a fire in my house, that would cause me to get a touch excited.
PS: Woodburners on this forum...a good reminder to watch for cresote build up.
I was dropping my wife off at the hair solon when I saw this plume of smoke rise from the chimney of the house next door. It was not just smoke, but thick, heavy and gray. I even pointed it out to my wife and then it just blew up. I mean this big fireball. Really big. Kind of like an explosion since the smoke was now on fire. It simmered down pretty quick but it was a good chimney fire nonetheless.
So I grab the cell phone and call 911. They need the house number so I am running towards the house to get the number and see if anyone is inside. The first apartment there is no one home, but in the back there is a 60's ish woman, in her bath robe typing away on the computer. Its 14:30 PM.
I was like,"Did you know you have a chimney fire?"
She looks at me in disgust and says,"Well how bad is it?"
"Pretty darn bad."
"Then she says, "Well what do you want me to do about it?"
"I said,"Well I called the fire department so you might want to get dressed before they get here."
Now I know it was just a chimney fire, but here in Maine a lot of houses have been lost because a chimney fire went from bad to worse. This woman had no care in the world about it. It was like I ruined her day because I was telling her chimney was on fire.
Anyway the fire department came and it was not a simple chimney fire. They had 3 trucks there by the time they got the fire out. (two engines and a ladder truck. They needed the extra trucks to get to the tall chimney). It did not spread to the rest of the house however.
Anyway back inside the Hair Salon they said she has fires all the time which explained her cavalier attitude. Myself I am not one to panic easily but if I have a fire in my house, that would cause me to get a touch excited.
PS: Woodburners on this forum...a good reminder to watch for cresote build up.