I was watching TV when I thought I caught a whiff of natural gas. I held a match to the burners of my stove, but all seemed normal. I did the bubble test on the gas lines, but they too were okay. The next day, I thought I smelled it again. I smelled it after I opened the back door. "It must be the neighbor's grill," I thought.
Today as I went to turn on the water spigot, I got a face full of gas. My garden hose is connected to the water spigot, and a few feet away is an unused gas tap. It was in the full-open position.
"How..?" I thought, just for a second. I knew.
I texted handyman George. "Did you use the hose when you were here last week?"
"Yes. Why?" said the moron who, in the literal shadow of the connected water hose, turned on a gas tap and left it on.