
I just got home and I'm still rattled, so bear with me...
We were closing up the shop til we heard the fire alarms going off. All of a sudden, I see people running down the hallways - then I hear something I have never heard before - "The Zamboni's on fire!"
I look out the door and I see the Zamboni sitting there in the middle of the crease, burning.
I get my phone and my bag and me and my employees run out. By that time almost everyone is out of the building, and we're just waiting for it to explode.
One propane tank blows and the doors of the rink open and the ground shakes. I did something stupid, by running back into the building, and I lock the shop. I run out again, and a minute goes and the second tank blows up. I did it because since I was closing, the money was out in the open, so I made sure to lock the shop.
At this point I've called my boss and told him what happened - he didn't really believe it. I went to the back where the rink doors were open and the fire rescue is trying to put out the machine. I then go to the front of the building and they open the doors to vent the smoke out, and then I realize right then and there that we've lost our inventory.
I call the owner to tell him that he's going to have to come down and file a claim.
My heart rate is going nuts right now. I don't know what's going to happen to me, because I don't have a shop to work in, and everything that I've worked on is all gone. Not to mention that I had a pretty good autographed hockey jersey collection that is most likely gone as well.
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