Glad I Skipped the Fast Food

I had an appt. at the hospital for an hour. I was starving when it got out so I was going to stop for fast food. But then I remembered the bbq chicken I made last night and decided to go straight home. And it's a good thing I did. My backyard was on fire! I kid you not. There was a towel under the rosebushes that was on fire. So first I hit it with the shovel to knock out the flames. Then I tossed it in the garden and pitched dirt over it. I figured it had come from the apt. upstairs so I went racing up there to make sure their patio wasn't on fire.

Then I came down. The sucker was still smoking so I doused it with water.

The man that lives up there came home and told me it was his towel that had blown off. But no one knows how the fire started, and I find that the most disturbing of all.

And yes, I checked for a burning cigarette or anything that might have started it, and nothing.

Did my neighbors set it intentionally? That would be stupid because they live upstairs. If the building caught on fire, they'd lose their place too.

It's a mystery for sure. But I'm sure glad I didn't eat out.