Today Caryl and I were on the verge of taking naps, all snuggled up in bed ready to go. You see, it was necessary that we take naps because we're heading to a sports bar at the ripe time of midnight to watch the Superbowl; it starts at 1:30am our time. All of a sudden I hear Sarah start to yell: (pardon my french, or rather her french) "Fuck! What the fuck! Our washing machine just blew up! Fuuuuuuuck." First thought in my head: well thats a bit rude to yell so loudly when Caryl and I are trying to nap. I wildly debated in my head rather I should investigate what was going on...I finally decided that I should.
When I came out of my room Sarah informed me that there was smoke coming out of the washing machine. I went into the kitchen but realized that the smoke was actually coming from underneath the sink. I opened the cabinet doors and saw a small fire! There must have been some sort of electrical problem because the wires were sparking and a nearby plastic laundry basket had caught on fire. I quickly pulled out the laundry basket, fanned the other flames next to the wires, and voila! No more fire.
The best part was when we called our haris (landlord) to come up and see the commotion: he came up, gave it a look, and left. Came back 20 minutes later with his haris friends and they all had a good laugh before they began to fix/investigate the situation. But thankfully we were home and caught it before it became serious and we're all safe!
The damage...
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