In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a short summary for this text. The summary must include a situation which caused humor. The summary should be one or two sentences long.

[EX Q]: Text: a long long time ago..actually wait it was yesterday...i was doing as college students usually do. drinking on a weeknight. well that's all fine and dandy until everyone in the apartment is drunk and we start doing stupid shit. among a few other things, one of my roommates decided to grab a bag of beaver nuggets (you texas folk will know what those are) and "hide" them in the oven. why? because alcohol.

flash forward to this morning, we're all a bit hungover and i was getting hangry, so i go into the kitchen and turn the oven on to 400. i go back to my room to play some rocket league while the oven warms up. a bit of time passes, and i start to notice a funky smell, followed by the unmistakable sound of a fire alarm blaring in my ear. everyone in the apartment jumps up and finds the entire kitchen and common area filled with smoke, all billowing out of the oven.

i walk over to the oven and crack it open, sure enough the bag of beaver nuggets was sitting proudly on the shelf, the plastic of the bag had melted and a pile of this sugary concoction fell onto the heating element and was currently burning.

we didn't know what to do, and we were also kinda lazy, so we cracked a window and closed the oven, hoping it would burn itself out. it did not. the room kept filling with smoke despite our best lazy efforts.

well, 10 minutes later a school officer showed up asking what was going on. we mentioned fire and she didn't believe us at first, then she looked in the oven, saw a fire, and immediately freaked out (understandable). anyway, the police and fire department were called and they even put up a ladder truck to my floor. it was a bit embarrassing having to explain what happened to the, no joke, dozen police officers and firefighters in the lobby of the building. not to mention no one knew what beaver nuggets were (school is in boston) so that took a bit of explaining. but on the bright side, we didn't set off the entire building's alarm, so no one was pissed at us :)
[EX A]: drunk roommate put beaver nuggets in the oven, i turned on the oven, fire happened, and a whole lot of popo and firefighters came

[EX Q]: Text: this happened on friday

in what seems like and endless parade of my tifu's recently this one just hits me right in the funny bone.  i was in a meeting with a particularly annoying & troublesome client… you know a real thorn in your side kind of client. this client though  is stalled midway through a project it’s a critical project to replace and upgrade a critical part of their daily operations.

i've had the pleasure taking it over about 10 months ago and no matter and how hard i push for it too continue or how many times i've told my client that if they don’t finish the project they will be out of business in no time but they never take any action. 

i've had an endless amount of long and boring meetings with this client and today i was in yet another long and boring meeting discussing that critical project that i inherited a nearly a year ago.  well i was about 45  minutes in and i was feeling very frustrated, my anxiety was off the charts i was getting no where and all i wanted to do was leave the meeting but i couldn’t and listening to the same tired excuses that i've been given over and over these last 10 months. i just kind of drifted off in to a happy space in my mind not realizing i start singing.

[song that doesn't end](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u2zjoryhkq)

"this is the song that doesn't ends,
it just goes on and on my friends,  
some people started singing not knowing what it was, 
and they just kept on singing it forever just because, 
this is the song that never ends,
it just goes on and on, my friend"

this went on for maybe a full minute and a half! to my horror i have a sobering moment of reality it hit me like a bucket of cold water, i look around the table and everyone has these shocked looks on their faces like i've killed a puppy in a ritual sacrifice. i cant help but find the humor in the situation let out a huge laugh and i take a moment to gather my thoughts mostly it was  me just thinking "oh shit, shit, oh shit" 

[like a boss!](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nisckxu544c)… i look each one of them in the eye and say to every on in the room "we've been doing this dance for all these months, i've already invoiced you for the remainder of the project and you've paid! i don’t understand why you don’t want to move forward with this but hey i'm happy to just cancel this project and move on with my life" i then pack up my stuff and leave, i get back to the office call my boss over to tell him what had happened i was afraid he might fire me on the spot but instead he had a great laugh and i'm now the office bad ass; the best part is the client called around 4 pm to apologized for wasting my time and that the meeting was a shocking realization that they need to move forward asap!
[EX A]: i sang a very sarcastic song to my clients during a meeting, walked out like a boss thought i was going to get fired. my co-workers & bosses though it was hilarious. client then apologized to me!

[EX Q]: Text: man, i'm just coming down from the adrenaline of it all right now.  i'll tell it all in short form then give some brilliant observations.  i'm trying something efficient and making the  

-late night, i was sitting in my car outside my house in a major city, something i rarely do.  there is some real crime in my neighborhood involving abandoned houses and car break-ins.  but on a day-to-day basis it's quiet.  i still feel like i shouldn't be sitting there... but there are interesting things on google news that i'm reading, so yolo!

-**i look over and someone has snuck up on me.  there is a man dressed in all black rags** (not clothes, *rags*) **posing perfectly still like a statue**, fairly close to my window!  my blood seizes like ice at the **horror-movie like image that is being burned into my brain**.  only he and i are visible anywhere on the streets nearby.  it was way scarier than it sounds.

-**i start my car and drive off fast.**  as my sanity returns i circle the block, turn on my brights and want to see him from a different angle.  i have to know what just happened. **he starts walking away fast, then doubles back.**

-the combination of these two things triggers me to call the cops.  i wish he was not a black man with how charged of an issue race and policing is in america... but he is and that's something i cannot change.  i circle back through the area at different angles a few times, sometimes behind other cars so he doesn't know it is me.

-**the cops don't come and he keeps prowling the neighborhood.**  he has a creepy, burglar-like way of walking and is looking into the windows of all the cars nearby and into the abandoned houses.  usually, in our area the pimps, human traffickers, meth lab makers, and so on do this.  we had 16 cases of this last year.

-an hour later the cops have not come (i yell at the 911 dispatcher) and he keeps circling the block doing his creepy thing.

-**when the cops come, i lead their car over to him and he jumps behind some vans on seeing the cops.**  this triggers the officer to call for backup.  the officer yells to me *"get back in your car!"* and goes in for a chase.

-the man decides better and steps out into the cop's flashlight. **he is fuming and yelling angry things about being stopped as a black man.  the cop is an overweight white man.  the black man keeps coming toward the cop, his face filled with total rage.  through the man's rags i can see that he is very muscular.  the cop yells at him "stop coming toward me now!"**

-so for one infinitely-long moment i am certain i am about to see this man get shot.  the cop does not seem to have a tazer visible (bright yellow electrical gun) so i'm certain its going to be a fatal shooting.  i can't blame him, as this man is truly terrifying, filled with rage, and much much stronger looking than the cop.

-the man barely stops.  **oddly, this pudgy police gentleman knows all the right things to say to soothe this man and reassure him.**  no shots happen.  4 other cops show up (completely blocking my car in), one of whom is a gorgeous young woman, and another of whom is black.  i talk to the black cop who is *completely nonchalant about the whole situation*.  he seems also to think that the homeless man is about to be seriously injured, but says something to me like "hey... if he's acting like that..."  

-**the cops put him into the back of the squad and come tell me that he is a mentally ill person and homeless man that they deal with a lot**.  he was creeping around the area waiting for the fast food places a block away to throw away their food trash.  they say they are going to be taking him 'home,' which i assume means a shelter down the road.

-**i sit there in shame, feeling bad for nearly getting a homeless black man shot**, but still scarred with that image burned into my brain of a crazy man in zombie-rags posing next to me like a statue.  there have been unexplained crimes in our area that seem to have been done with tremendous force, so i wonder if it was him.

additional info:  my family (and i as an individual) are white, black, and native american.  we talk race a lot and i am active in supporting healthy race relations.  i felt upset like most of you about the recent and similar events in the news.  each and every case is *totally unique* but in this case i find it odd that the only time race was strongly brought into the picture (and where someone was going to make an actual decision based on race) was when the man was moving angrily at the officer and was considering attacking this cop.  he felt he was being stopped for being black, which he could not see was not the case (at least in this instance).  instead, he was being stopped for scaring me and then prowling around in circles in my neighborhood for more than an hour, while performing very suspicious behavior.  which, now in retrospect was explained by his mental illness.

anyway, in the last part of the situation and the conversation afterwards the main, pudgy white cop seemed to genuinely care about the homeless guy, down to his little words and actions (he was also the one to offer him a ride).  as a witness, i would have been forced to put nearly all the blame on the homeless man had something happened, but in my heart would have felt partly responsible for the entire situation.

so remember, for every ferguson, there is a complex situation like this that turns out alright for everyone involved.  in the words of the hot lady cop at the end of the night, "good work, everyone."  side note: she seemed to be the real bro and the emotional leader of the group.  **hopefully, we all grow so no more innocent/angry people are not killed when serious force is not necessary and gentle words can save lives!**  *edit: grammar
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