"See all this here dust built up on the back of your tank?" the kindly gentleman had pulled the equivilant of a small woodland creatire from behind the unit. "Know what this is to an open flame?"
"Uh, it goes poof?" I guessed.
He tossed the lint to the floor away from the tank. "It turns into explosive material. It's really good you called when you did..."
I found out that not only was my hit water tank located entirely too close to the drye, but it was plotting to kill me too! With a lint bomb! Further proof that my appliances really are trying to kill me is that as I was finishing up making my plate for dinner the pan full of freshly made Alfredo JUMPED from the stovetop and dove at my bare feet. I sidestepped the goo but not before it spooged all over the front of my pants.
I'm convinced my house is really trying to kill me!!!