Weekend Assignment #140

Weekend Assignment #140: Ever been really late to something really important? Share your adventures in tardiness! Yes, if you've ever slept through a flight, or forgotten a date, or neglected to get something out of the oven in time -- with hilarious results or otherwise -- we want to know.

Extra Credit: Do you wear a watch?

Story of the Burnt Nipples... 

It was a restful evening.  My husband was at work, and the kids were in bed.  Aww....  I said to myself..  I can finally take a relaxing hot bath.  It WAS nice, and peaceful..  Nothing like a nice hot bath after a long day!  I finally got out of the tub, put a towel around me, and stepped into a smoke filled kitchen.

"On no!"  I shouted.  I had left the pot of boiling water on the stove to clean my son's baby bottle nipples, and I had totally forgotten about them!  I immediately turned off the stove, and checked on the kids.  They were fine..sleeping away.  The smell was awful!  The nipples had melted onto the bottom of the pot!  I quickly got dressed, took the burnt pot of melted nipples out in the back yard, and proceeded to open all the windows that I could possibly open to get the smell and smoke out of my small condo.  I lived in a condominium duplex at the time, and my neighbors lived above me, and across from me.  I opened the front door, and let even more smoke out, but then closed it once most of the smoke was gone. 

Suddenly a knock was heard at my door.  It was a fireman.

"Ma'am, we had a call of a possible fire.  Are you okay?"

I was quite surprised.

"Yes, I'm fine, really--there was no fire."  I went on to explain about the melted nipples.  I could tell by his face, that he was trying very hard not to show any emotion on his face, but I could tell that he must of thought I was crazy.

"Ma'am, we have 3 fire trucks on there way here.  I need to see the pot of melted nipples."

I obliged.  I felt totally ridiculous--I could see the fire truck out in the parking lot from my backyard, and I could hear the sirens of other trucks approaching.  I rushed back to the door, quite embarrassed with my pot of burnt nipples.

Okay, this might sound funny NOW, but I was left wondering what kind of neighbors I actually had.  You would of thought that a neighbor could have possibly, knocked on my door to ask IF I and my two young children were okay?  I mean...  My neighbors basically share the same building!!  Sure, one of them called out of concern, but you would think at least ONE of them would have come to my door to see if I was alive!!  I know it's my fault for leaving the oven on...but, really still.... 

I saw the fireman who came to my door later that same week at Boston Market.  I told my oldest, and she got a big laugh.  I was so embarrassed.  I was hoping he didn't remember me and my burnt nipples.  He looked over my direction and smiled with the rest of his crew.  Oh there's the woman with the burnt nipples! 

Extra Credit:  No, I don't wear a watch.  I use the clock on my cell.  There are just too many clocks around me as it is to remind me that I'm late!