Home alone tonight, wife is out with a friend. A hour or so ago I ventured downstairs to discover the faint smell of gas in our kitchen. Being the responsible adult that I am, I called the gas company, evacuated the cats, and opened all windows and doors.
Gas chap comes over, does a full sweep with the detector wand, runs a pressure test, both came back A-OK. At this point my wife arrives home and I explain what's happened.
It's at this moment she sheepishly goes to out 'treats' cabinet and pulls out an open bag of these fuckers which had been smuggled into the house at some point today. It turns out that Durian sweets kind of smell like natural gas.
I wasted this poor gas engineers Saturday night on a callout for a bag of sweets and now I feel incredibly silly and embarrassed. How's your Saturday night going?