So last night, we’re sitting on the couch watching TV. The doorbell starts ringing like crazy. I get up in my PJs to check it out. Our next door neighbor Kevin is out in front unraveling his hose. “Your sign is on fire,” he says.
Sure enough, it was. Not a big fire, just the corner. But a smelly, stinky plastic fire. I turn on our hose and put out the fire. Good thing Kevin walked out when he did, the whole thing might have gone up.
It’s weird though. Why the heck would someone do that? My guess is someone stupid was walking by and just got the itch to set it on fire. The sign was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time, depending on your point of view.
I don’t think they were actually trying to burn it to the ground, or they would have started the fire on the bottom of sign, and let the fire rise up. Instead they started it at the top:
Weird. Weird. Weird.
There’s that conspiracy part of me that wants to think that there is someone out there who hates us and wants to send us a message or something, but I really just think this is just part of living in the city.
More pictures inside.
How could anyone hate you guys?! Maybe it’s one of the realtors you maligned in the last post.
Do you think that the realtors knew they were being maligned? If they’re so busy that they can’t plan 24 hours ahead can you expect them to be able to cruise the net? But it is puzzling. Conspiracies do abound. Even paranoids sometimes have reasons for their suspicions. Speaking of conspiracies, the Times Picayune had an article on today’s front page, “Nagin calls diaspora racial plot”- that the slow NO recovery is part of a plan to change the city’s racial makeup. Quoting Bugs Bunny, “What a maroon!”
You did a very thorough job of documenting the damaged…though a couple of more angles wouldn’t have hurt.
Since the damaged was so incredible, I wanted to make sure I was able to fully convey it over the internet. I should have included more angles, I know, but I had to make an executive decision to stop and continue on to work. Next time I’m taking pictures of a burnt for sale sign on my lawn, I’ll do better.
I blame Leslie.
David, You might be wearing out her patience, how could even think of such a thing? much less accuse.
Yeah, be careful, she may try to burn your for sale sign down.
I would have appreciated some pictures that capture the trauma brought on by the fire. Like maybe with Leslie crying in the background. Or Kent, shirtless, covered with sweat and soot.
The leg of my pajamas was very, very wet. It was awful.
My tummy hurt from laughing. And my realtor bosses thought it was hysterical. But, when I called the agent she didn’t seem very surprised, instead she said, “I’ll replace the sign tomorrow.”
“Kent, shirtless, covered with sweat and soot”
Thanks for that image. It’ll take all week to flush it out of my brain. gaahhhh
kent and leslie, I think you should stage these pics, and post them. let me know if you need any help finding soot.