My brother was one of those people who didn’t think before they acted.
He owned the house that he was living in, which was a good thing.
He had an old coal furnace in his basement and he had never had any problems with it. He stacked small pieces of wood into the hopper, added some paper and larger pieces of wood and then he would stack the coal into the hopper. Soon the furnace would be sending heat up through the ductwork and the house was always comfortable. As long as he remembered to keep coal in the furnace, they had steady and reliable heat. Whenever the power went out because of snowstorms, we would all usually end up in his house since you didn’t need electricity for a coal stove. About a month ago, my brother had one of those moments when he forgot to load coal into the furnace. When they woke up in the morning, the house was frigid and his wife wasn’t happy. She had reminded him to put coal on the furnace and he lied and told her he already had. He rushed downstairs and instead of starting the furnace the proper way, he threw in an armload of wood, tossed in some coal and added some gas to the mix. When the fire lit, it threw a fireball out of the stove that just missed my brother, but the percussion threw him against the basement door. His only comment was that it was a shame that no one was around to see the cool fireball.