C'mon, Baby, Light My Faucet

I'm afraid I'm more hypnotized by Fred Mayer's tattoos than I am with his kitchen faucet that spews natural gas.

Mr. Mayer lives in upstate New York and a few years ago his well became polluted with natural gas.

Now maybe because he's a Vietnam vet he's not perturbed that his house could explode at any moment. He thinks local drilling by an energy company caused the problem; they say it's a natural occurrence.

I'd move out, but that's just me.