OK, here is my little "fire" story. This was years ago when I did the volunteer EMT/Firefighter thing. I was trout fishing when my monitor went off. The call was for a tavern that had a kitchen fire. I kept fishing. One fire department was called after another from just about every county around. Well, that got my attention. I drove to my firehouse and grabbed my turn out gear, then went to the location. Tommy's Whiskey River was fully involved.
Before the fire, the place looked like it was build around an old barn. They redid the inside and all that jazz. It was big, gaudy and screamed "********! hang out here!" They had bands that would play on the weekends. Well, that up coming weekend Molly Hatchet (you younger guys might want to google) was playing. Well, as irony follows me around (I swear this is true) "Flirtin' with disaster" comes on the radio as I am driving to the fire. I'm thinking to myself, I hope this is not an omen. Well, I just made it out of the building right before part of the roof collapsed.
I did not care that I "water hammered" the nozzle. I dropped the hose and pulled it out after I got out side. 8 hours later Tommy's was burnt to the ground. (Hang on ... the Tabasco chick is on TV...OK, its over ... man she is hot.) All the water we had was no match for all that old wood. Just because they took the "n" out of barn...did not make it a good place for a bar.