We Have So Many Questions. And A Fire Extinguisher.

I’m working the graveyard shift at a warehouse store; we stock shelves while the place is closed. My boss comes by one night.

Boss: “I need you to help out with a spill in aisle seventeen.”

I figure someone dropped a jug of detergent or something. It turns out one of the guys with the forklifts knocked into the shelving causing pallets of material to slide off. There had to be a six-foot pile of stuff on this forklift.

The mess is a mixture of detergent (dry and liquid), pet food, and random light bulbs. I spend all shift cleaning it up, and my clothes are completely caked by the end.

I am off the next day, but I still get a call from my boss.

Boss: “You okay?”

Me: “Yeah, why?”

Boss: “Well, that bin we made you fill up with that junk from yesterday…”

Me: “Yeah?”

Boss: “It spontaneously caught fire…”

Me: “…”

Boss: “Thought you’d like to know…”