It's not the kind I'm sure you're thinking, what with all the pregnancy details I've fed you.
We have a gas stove, and every once in a while since we moved in six weeks ago, I've been sure I smelled gas. But not every day. And Nick didn't smell it, so I thought I was being hyper-sensitive.
So finally Nick smelled it. And as we're having a plumber come out to deal with some of the other endless house stuff, he figured he'd ask him about the stove.
Which is when the plumber said to call Washington Gas. Call them now! And tell them about our possible gas leak!
So I did.
It turns out that when you report a gas smell, it is a Gas Emergency.
The woman asked me for details. Had I evacuated the area?
Evacuated?! Well, sort of. I said I was at work.
She said they'd have their gas emergency crew respond to this as soon as possible.
They don't mess around.
She asked "Can you be home?"
"You mean today?" I figured if we could schedule it for late in the day, I could just leave a bit early.
"As soon as possible. If they arrive and you aren't there, and they can't turn off your gas outside, they'll have to force entry."
They will break down your door to get in.
So I said I'd get home as soon as possible, but it could take me an hour. And if they got there and couldn't get in, could they just call me?
No. They cannot call you.
Why not? She did not know.
So I asked her please, please to tell them not to break down my door within the hour. That I'd get home as soon as I could.
"OK. Don't turn on any lights. Don't use your cell phone."
Anything, anything can ignite a spark. Which, if there's gas in the house, can cause an explosion.
So. The Gas Emergency Man pulled up in the Gas Emergency Van just after I got home.
He identified the source of the leak. He turned off the gas line into the stove. He hung a big WARNING! tag on the now non-functional stove.
I asked if he'd ever broken anyone's door down. He said, very seriously, that the Fire Department breaks the doors for them.
The whole six weeks we've lived there, we've been flicking lights on and off, using computers, chatting on the phone.
We had no idea we'd been skirting the danger line.