A few weeks ago I cleaned the grill to start the grilling season. Some friends came over for a BBQ only to discover my grill would not go over 200 degrees. I had to bring the burgers inside and cook on the George Foreman grill...
Later that night I tried to figure out what was wrong with it. No luck. The next morning Kathi called for me. As I entered the deck I found myself engulfed in the smell of propane. It was BAD! If a spark or cigarette went off, the deck would have exploded.
With that wonderful event in mind, I decided to get a professional to look at it....
I finally got around to loading the grill onto my truck the other night. The grill store was around the corner and I planned to drop it off on the way to work. I guess in the middle of the night I woke up because of a bad thunderstorm. I remember jumping up and yelling "Their gonna steal my grill" while running to the window to find my grill on the truck safe and sound. I scared the crap out of everyone including the dog. Who the hell wants that old grill anyway.....
At the grill store they looked at my grill and explained NOT to turn on the propane fast or some safety value reduces heat to only 200 degrees... But, as he investigated more, he could smell the propane leaking out. He ran some test but could not find a leak. Finally we check the burners, only to find the one burner I never use (the one off to the side like a skillet) was on..... DUH!!!!
So the grill would not heat because I turned it on too fast...
The leak was from the skillet thing being on.....
In the end I felt stupid, but very happy that my house did not blow up, my grill was working, and I could turn something on fast.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Don't steal my grill
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