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| Amish neighbor has a cabinet shop, the sawdust goes to a bin with a sliding door and eventually empties into a wagon or truck. One day he is unloading it into a wagon, I drive by, see a flash and slam on the brakes, turn around and find the guy standing with a confused look. I was like" I thought i saw a flash, but it must have been my imagination. He was like, well I thought I saw a flash but I thought I might have imagined it." It didn't catch anything on fire. They thought that the sliding door made a spark and it flashed in an almost empty bin. They installed a plastic sliding door the next week. | |
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