Thursday, January 15, 2009

Blessed are the Maintenance Workers

Around 1:30am last night, a friendly couple came by to repaint the yellow lines on the parking lot. It's been getting pretty damn cold out as of late, what with the whole winter thing and all, so they had what appeared to be a large torch. I was pretty pleased at the prospect of getting to watch people torch the parking lot.

I was a lot happier when I discovered that thing was modified into something more like a flame thrower.

FUMP-BOOOOOSH.

Flame erupted from the nozzle reaching easily three feet before it petered off into a shimmering wave of superheated air and exhaust. Its color was the deep blue of a clear summer sky and the sound alone betrayed it's nature to the point that the countless neighbors they no doubt awakened were likely all aware of the veritable pyromancy occurring below.

The remains of a not even half smoked cigar laid on the ground before the torch. As the summer blue flames passed near it it ignited and vaporised in no more than three seconds.

I just about needed new pants at that point.

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