The old man storms into the office my boss and I share. Through heavy breaths he says "well there was a fire today." We gave a courtesy laugh assuming he was joking. Yesterday my boss, Corey, asked Stan if there was a fire in the sheet metal room. Stan gave him a hard time for not knowing what the explosion mold, grinding and welding smell like. Stan wasn't laughing any more. Yesterday he was grinding with sparks flying at the wall. Today he rotated his "rig." Most of the sparks were flying at the wall. Others found a dry shop towel on the floor and began to smolder. Not far away was a can of MEK, a strong liquid solvent with flammable vapors, that Stan claims he closed. Stan looks up from his work after the room becomes very bright. The old man's pure white hair and handlebar mustache run for the fire extinguisher that has never been used in the history of this company. A yellowish-white powder suffocates the flame. A plume of smoke exists the building through large box fans installed in the exterior walls of the shop room. Stan looks at his work bench, tools and hardware covered with powder. A bag melted to shreds gives freedom to 3000 tiny rivets. Corey and I explode with authentic laughter as we evaluate the scene. Stan’s still not laughing; he's upset about the mess on his project. The old man gathers his Girl Scout cookies and flannel coat and goes home.