Being Nosy Doesn't Pay or Why I Couldn't Be A P.I. (but i'd still like to hang with Magnum.)

In fact, sometimes being nosy costs you.

Case in point: The Mysterious Column of Smoke and Every Emergency Vehicle in Town

A couple months ago on a quiet Sunday afternoon every single emergency vehicle in our small town went screeching past our house.

We did what any polite person would do in this situation, we went and stood on the sidewalk with all the other idiots neighbors to see what we could see.

We were rewarded with a stunningly spectacular view of a huge pillar of black smoke rising rapidly into the air a block from us.

After about an hour of more and more firetrucks streaming by we decided we needed to take a walk. And, hey, if we happened to see what was causing the smoke, bonus!

Sadly, we never did see what was causing that smoke but the kids got some super cool plastic fire hats, not that we were angling towards hanging out at the scene, ya know.

The next day we were still wondering just what all that commotion was about so when the boys got home from school they demanded we decided to drive around the corner and see the carnage.

We ended up in a small trailer park and began rubber necking to see if we could see...whatever looked like a charred mess.

As I was turning the mini bus around to leave the neighborhood in disappointment I bumped up against something but couldn't see what it was. I backed up and reconfigured my exit route and off we went.

When we got home I got out of the car to see if there was any marks from whatever it was I bumped up against. Which, actually, I did finally see it was a small, square, metal box in the ground that I'm guessing was some sort of electrical housing. Whoops.

Looks like my little bump was perhaps more than a little bump:

And we still don't know exactly what was on fire!

I'm linking up my "d'oh" moment today with TTUT!