My freshman year in college, I had a roommate who was bright enough but had a tendency to speak One day, my former roommate decided to cook on the grill. Well this intelligent being turns on the gas and finds that the electric start isn’t working. He then goes into the house to get a match (keep in mind the the gas is still running). In the house he find a butane lighter, which is empty, so he attempts to fill the empty BUTANE lighter with zippo lighter fluid. The Gas is still running. Failing and spilling the fluid all over the lighter, he then for some reason clicks the little electric trigger (that made a nice flame.) Again, keep in mind the gas has been running for at least 5 minutes. So after the lighter incident I realized that the grill was still running. So I went outside, shut the gas off and waited about 5 minutes to let the gas clear out. After I feel it is safe to light the grill, I turn on the gas, throw in a match and presto…its ready to cook. My roommate then asks, “How’d you do that?” At this point I proceeded to tattoo the word “idiot” on his forehead.
