It happened one day, when I was brewing at my mother-in-law’s garage. Over there, I don’t have the suitable equipment to make my 15 gallon pot, its burner, and the 57 pounds gas bottle, even stand still.
So you sum that, the 3 or 4 spectators in a small room, some commercial beer flowing around, and you can get to the result of the full pot jumping (all by its own, of course) off the table, the burner bouncing like having life of its own, and fire getting to the gas bottle. On top of that, a bunch of semi-drunk brewers tossing beer (yes, alcoholic beer) on to the fire, trying to stop it.
Well, here we are, you reading lines from the “other side”, and me, sending you this tale through a poltergeist doorway (WTF?). No, seriously, obviously we survived, and we learned from that awful episode… never mix alcohol with alcohol-to-be.
Now we brew, and once finished the brewing stage, we start celebrating, opening some previous stash.