A few minutes ago I opened the door to let the dog out. The air outside was filled with smoke. It seemed to be coming from in front of the house. I ran to the front, thinking my house was on fire. Nope, no flames shooting up. I checked the neighbor’s house. (Sure I dislike them because they are loud & obnoxious but I wouldn’t let their house burn down, as much as I might like that idea.) No fire there, either.
I followed the dog to the back of the house. Smoke was billowing over the fence from the barbecue grill of Loud Obnoxious Teenager Boy. I have no idea what on earth they could be cooking that would produce that much smoke. Maybe they’re burning remains? Or maybe I watch way too much TV & read too many books that involves using the word “remains?”
What would be really funny is if I grabbed the hose & started spraying over the fence. As they yell, “What the heck are you doing!” I can say I thought something was on fire. Which clearly must be the case. But if Frank caught me doing that, he’d get angry & he should be home from the nursing home any minute. Darn!
Spray it out the window and tell them its your sprinkler system.