It was freakin cold this morning so I put my back to the burner as I heated some water on the stove. I was eating a bowl of cereal, still kinda tired then something didn’t seem quite right so I turned around and still felt the warmth from the burner on my back. But the burner was in front of me. Turns out my shirt was on fire. I urgently looked for a place to put down my bowl of cereal without spilling it then proceeded to try to smother the flames against the back door. That didn’t work. I decided to just take off the shirt since it was now burning pretty good and I was starting to feel it. Then it started to hurt bad and just as I was half-way through saying a compound word expletive I got the shirt off, put it on the floor and smothered it with my feet. I didn’t get burnt too bad. Just a little. No biggie. That was a new shirt though. Fresh from the DI.
Not even playing with fire April 22, 2010