#SongoftheDay I Don't Want to Set the World On Fire (The Ink Spots)

 Every time I tell this story, I expect people to laugh. In my mind, it's a funny story. Everybody else reacts like I must be traumatized by the event. But I'm not! Much worse things than this have happened in my life. 

So! It was sometime in the 90s--1993, let's say--and I was making dinner for my family. I had a pot of water boiling on the stove, but I hadn't grabbed the pasta out of the cupboard yet. Spaghetti was kept in that really high cupboard over the stove, and I've always been super short, so I had to stand on my tippy-toes to reach.

Remember, this was the 90s: a time when many of us wore oversized T-shirts tucked into our loose-fitting black jeans and then pulled out a touch so they were baggy at the front.

When I reached up to grab the pasta, my T-shirt landed on the burner.

Suddenly, I was on fire.

This is the part of the story where people are like "Oh my God! You poor thing!"

I guess it was memorable, since I remember it (unlike so many other life events), but it really wasn't as distressing as you'd think it might be.  I looked down.  My shirt was on fire.  Flames and all.

Yesterday I told this story to my partner (I'm amazed he's never heard it before--we've known each other for decades and I thought I'd told him all my best stories), and he was totally shocked. 

He asked, "What did you do?"

Well, I just smacked the flames with my hands until they went out.

This is not a fire safety video, by the way. Don't Do What Donny Don't Does. Consult your local fire services to find out the proper way to deal with a situation like this. Prevention is probably the key. Baggy clothes are perhaps the culprit. 

My partner still seemed to be in shock when he said, "You were very lucky, you know."

I'd never really thought about it, to be honest. I was on fire, then I wasn't on fire. The big problem was that I not had a hole burnt into my favourite T-shirt--one I'd bought with my own money and for which I'd paid the princely sum of $19.99 plus tax.  I wasn't going to throw that sucker out just because of a small shirt fire.

So I sewed up the hole and I kept wearing the top, and that's the story of the time my T-shirt caught on fire while I was cooking pasta. The End. 

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