There are two situations in my life in which it is impossible to break my concentration, when I’m smack dab in the middle of an incredibly good book or when I’m taking a poop. Sometimes those things happen concurrently, but that’s neither here nor there.
Yesterday MacGyver was blowing up my phone but I was unaware of it until I exited the bathroom and then answered. He sounded frantic and said that he had been trying to get a hold of me for quite some time. I explained to him that sometimes number two takes time but he interrupted me and told me to go outside and make sure nothing was on fire. I was a bit confused but I did as he asked and at first I didn’t see anything.
After walking down the street a bit I finally saw this
It looked like it was coming from behind our friend’s house so I started walking towards it. By the time I got to the scene I had already run into two of our neighbors and then I bumped into MacGyver. Apparently the cloud of smoke was visible from miles away.
This is the home in front of the two on fire and they lost their fence. The actual fire was almost out at this point.
It was a crazy scene and even made the local news.
I guess my concentration was on point yesterday because I didn’t hear a single siren until after I spoke with MacGyver on the phone. I didn’t hear a shit ton of fire trucks, nor the policemen, the sheriff’s deputies, or the rescue vehicles. I didn’t even smell a billowing cloud of smoke that MacGyver saw over 4 miles away. And ALL of my windows were open!
MacGyver just looked at me and said, “Where you so deep in concentration that you didn’t hear anything? Sirens? Transformers blowing up? Nothing? WTF?”
Yes dear, wtf? I’m just glad it wasn’t our house. I shudder to think of those first responders finding my crispy ass still sitting on the toilet!