There's always someone who's whole purpose in life is to provide the far out elements of the Bell Curve [aka: normal distribution
.] You know what I mean - the few folks who are at either far end of normal who provide the exception to the rule.
Sadly, I've been given evidence that one of these 'special folks' lives here in my apartment complex.
I was taking the garbage down to the trash compactor in the parking garage which is at street level, but below the first level of apartments. The 'first floor' apartments here are actually at second floor elevation - we have nothing on the ground floor. The parking garage in itself is interesting. The apartments form a squared off figure 8 with things like the elevator and stairway are in the center bar [as shown by the xxxx]. The walls of the parking garage are cement block and parking spaces are all around the center core and the outside wall. Over 50 some in all to give an idea of size. The outside ones are sort of open to the air - they have bars over the 'ceiling'. And for some 'God Only Knows' unknown reason, tahe whole thing was designated as a 'Civil Defense Shelter' many, many years ago. Trust me, it's not the sort of place *I'd* want to be in the sort of situation that warrented a Civil Defense Shelter. The compactor is over near the wall closest to the street - and we're talking 'compactor' here - like dumpster sized. Not the little weenie kind you find in a home.]
I open the compactor's door and to my surprise I see a small, disposable propane canister sitting there on top of a full trash bag. It was a small one like the one found screwed to this lantern
, not one of the bigger silver ones you find with bar-b-ques and such and I had no idea if it was empty or not, just that it looked pretty beat up.
I go O_o WTF!?!?!?!?!?!?
I gingerly reach in, take it out, put it on the compactor frame, put my trash bags on the ground near the compactor and beat feet back to my apartment and call the after hours maintenance - emergency phone #. I get an immediate call back and tell the maint guy what I found.
He goes O_o WTF?!?!?!
I mention that I called because I have no idea if there are any more in the compactor and, to be honest, didn't want to be around if the thing cycled with a canister in there.
We *both* go O_o OH SHIT!!!
He was going to head to the office and review the video camera that sorta-kinda have over watch of that general area to see if he could see *anyone* with a propane calendar in their hands. I, on the other hand, have bunkered down in my apartment, cat carriers to the ready, and am waiting to see if the parking garage is gonna go 'boom!'.