"Blow me down! A gas blast sent a Maryland shack to Davy Jones, takin' the owner and a gas mate with it!"
2024-08-12
Arrr, a salty sea dog of 35, workin' for the blazin' Baltimore Gas and Electric, was sniffin' out trouble at a landlubber's abode when, by Davy Jones' locker, it went boom! Aye, what a way to start the Sunday mornin' with a bang!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to a tale of peril and mischief on the high seas of Baltimore! It be the dawn of a Sunday morn, when a brave contractor, aged thirty-five and a hearty soul in the service of the fine folk at Baltimore Gas and Electric, set sail to inspect a troublesome riddle at the home o' some scallywag.But lo and behold! As he commenced his quest, the very abode he be settin' foot in decided to blow itself to kingdom come! Aye, 'twas no gentle breeze that did this, but a raucous explosion that could’ve sent Davy Jones himself into a fit of giggles! The good contractor, with his trusty tools in hand, found himself in the midst of chaos, as bricks and splinters danced about like a crew of drunken sailors at a tavern brawl.
Imagine his surprise, havin' set out for a mere inspection, only to be met with the wrath of a house that clearly had a grudge! Avast! Let this be a warning to all ye landlubbers: never underestimate the power of a grumpy domicile, especially when gas be in the air and mischief afoot! Aye, this be a tale worth tellin’ over a pint of grog, as we toast to the brave contractor and his fiery adventure!