"Breaking news. A HazMat spill in northwest Indianapolis. News Chopper is on the scene..." came the announcer's voice. I stopped with my belt halfway on my jeans and turned to the TeeWee. HazMat! Cool! I wonder what it is? Chlorine? Sulfuric acid?
The view from the chopper showed a parking lot with all the flashing lights and bunny suits of a full-blown Code 23-19 surrounding... a semi tractor with a leaky fuel tank? "...the truck has leaked over a hundred gallons of diesel fuel..."
I realize that kerosene isn't really all that good for you to drink and that it might cause a bit of contact dermatitis if you immersed yourself in it long enough, but from all the drama, you'd think there was a plume of VX drifting downwind from Dugway, not a puddle in a parking place.