They don’t make the large Irish Fest plastic beer cups like they used to. When I turned on the burner this morning on my electric stove to boil some water for the baby’s formula, I turned on the wrong one. Walked downstairs for a second only to hear my wife yell, “The kitchen’s on fire!”
I ran back upstairs to see what I wrought. The Irish Fest cup was a burning pool of plastic on top of the Pampered Chef plastic cutting board. Now, the cutting board was doing it’s part not to burn but the Irish Fest cup was too good as kindling and managed to start the cutting board, too.
My wife was yelling, “The fire extinguisher is in the cupboard.!” Yeah, but, while the flames were about a foot or so high, it didn’t look like a grease fire. So I picked up the non-burning end of the board to throw it in the sink and see what was burning underneath. The melted plastic from the cup whipped from the end of the board and caught my middle finger, sending the burning board to the ground.
Okay. I was in pain. Owww. But, I was right and it wasn’t a grease fire. So I grabbed a Tupperware container of water and dumped it on the fire on the stove and on the floor. Fire’s out and the smell of burning plastic filled the room. No, it didn’t smell like victory. It smelled like pain! Fortunately I was able to wave my middle finger at the other drivers all the way to work this morning to keep it cool.
