You are so cool to tell your story Beth.  Hey, my search for the guilty ended
as soon as you said the firewatch wasn't paying attention.  I know about the
bangs and all, but the firewatch is called that for a reason.  "HelLO!  Mr.
Potatohead!!!"

Easy mishap report.  We'll let the hair thing go this time because I'm
retired from the safety and fire businesses, and I feel that it is perfectly
acceptable now to start pencil whipping those blasted reports.  In the "who
caused the mishap" part, write "Firewatch."  Under "causal factors," check
the box "asleep at the switch."

That's what I invented a whole new word for:  "Yidiot."  As in "You idiot!"
I mean the firewatch, not you -- I used to have bangs too, and we must stick
together.  I'm not kidding though, I used to be on top of the firewatch and
the top watch (confined space entry) like white on rice.  They can't be doing
other things or get distracted when their mission is to notice the very
second something goes wrong.

In a message dated 05/02/2000 7:50:38 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
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<< So, anyway, I using an oxyacetelene(sp?) torch that shoots out these really
 cool long flames (I did love to destroy things with those flames heh, heh).
 At the time I had pretty long hair that I would try to control underneath a
 welding cap but, my bangs would keep falling out.  Well, combine that with
 cutting something off the deck (floor for the landlubbers) and you can see
 where this is going.  A big gooey gob of molten metal came bouncing my way
 and caught my hair on fire.  Luckily, no hair spray, but, my firewatch
 wasn't paying attention and my first clue was something to the effect of
 "What's that smell?".


 Cyber hugs to the Betty.

 Beth the OT >>