Fire Is Bad, And You Should Be Ashamed.Posted: December 14, 2012
You know what I don’t like? Alright, there are a lot of things. In this instance, I am referring to fire.
This isn’t to say that I don’t appreciate what fire does for us. When the weather turns cold, fire keeps us warm. Cooking food makes it so much better. Without fire, the internal combustion engine is just a ridiculously heavy paperweight.
Fire is scary stuff. It ranks second on the list of things that scare me. (slugs are first on that list, they’re repulsive) Fire destroys property and lives. If you can put the destruction aside, fire isn’t so bad. I can put the destruction aside to a point because of fire’s good side.
Aren’t we all obligated to speak up if we see fire acting up and getting out of hand?
At a basketball game on Monday I saw something that brought me to a disturbing realization. The world has become too impersonal for us to bother speaking up when fire gets out of hand. I was so disappointed.
The basketball was bad too.
I Looked At The Donut Cart. I Didn’t Eat A Donut
Among the food concessions in the basketball arena is a coffee and donut cart. Two people staff the cart. One pours coffee and collects the money, the other operates the donut making machine. As the machine drops batter into a vat of hot oil, a donut is born before the customer’s eyes.
Hot oil is dangerous, flammable stuff. If I were working at a coffee and donut cart I assure you that my partner would be the first person I would tell if the cart was on fire. That’s my obligation to another human being when I see fire someplace it doesn’t belong, like a donut machine.
This cart was the source of my disturbing realization. It had a fire alarm box on it, like the sort that you’d see in a school – “pull down in case of fire” is what it said.
You Should Be Ashamed
The donut cart doesn’t need an alarm. It isn’t a building with several thousand people to evacuate if it catches fire. There aren’t separate rooms. All a body would have to do if the cart was in flames is turn and say “hey, fire” to the person standing next to them. That simple act, that short sentence, could save a life.
The personal touch is gone. People are already more likely to text one another than they are to have an actual conversation. Now, technology absolves us of the obligation to inform a friend that they’re standing behind a flaming donut cart. We should all be ashamed.
Use technology to type something explaining how guilty you feel.