We have a really, really groovy old stove and, on Thanksgiving, I started the gas in the oven and forgot to light the oven's pilot light.
After five minutes, I realized my error. I opened up the door to the oven and started trying to light the pilot. I figured that enough of the gas had left the stove but just as I clicked the lighter, I thought, "maybe this is a bad idea."
WHOOSH! Needless to say, the whole oven lit up in a rather alarming fireball and I singed the hairs right off my arm.
Unfortunately, yes. I just got back from a three week field problem(playing war in Army speak)and drove to Dallas with my girlfriend; a little fireball from Milton, Fl. Anyway, I fondled with the top of the champagne bottle in my lap when the cheap aluminum/styrofoam thing that was suppose to be holding on to the cork came off in my hand. I recognized this, of course, and looked down. POP! right in my eye. It hurt so much I nearly stomped out the floorboard of the car we were sitting in. The white of my eye stayed pure, but the round of it was crimson...filled with blood. I managed to close my eye in time, still have a scare on my eyelid. The cork was one of those big plastic ones. I spent a week in the hospital. The good new is I still have 20/20 vision, I had better than 20/20 before I was so stupid...anyway, I have a good chance of losing it if I live to 75.
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That eyepatch is hot.
I almost put my eye out with a champagne cork once.
Seriously?
We have a really, really groovy old stove and, on Thanksgiving, I started the gas in the oven and forgot to light the oven's pilot light.
After five minutes, I realized my error. I opened up the door to the oven and started trying to light the pilot. I figured that enough of the gas had left the stove but just as I clicked the lighter, I thought, "maybe this is a bad idea."
WHOOSH! Needless to say, the whole oven lit up in a rather alarming fireball and I singed the hairs right off my arm.
This is exactly why I left the lab.
Seriously?
Unfortunately, yes. I just got back from a three week field problem(playing war in Army speak)and drove to Dallas with my girlfriend; a little fireball from Milton, Fl. Anyway, I fondled with the top of the champagne bottle in my lap when the cheap aluminum/styrofoam thing that was suppose to be holding on to the cork came off in my hand. I recognized this, of course, and looked down. POP! right in my eye. It hurt so much I nearly stomped out the floorboard of the car we were sitting in. The white of my eye stayed pure, but the round of it was crimson...filled with blood. I managed to close my eye in time, still have a scare on my eyelid. The cork was one of those big plastic ones. I spent a week in the hospital. The good new is I still have 20/20 vision, I had better than 20/20 before I was so stupid...anyway, I have a good chance of losing it if I live to 75.
You have a good chance of losing it if you live to 75?!?! Losing your eye or losing your 20/20 vision?
Holy shit. A week in the hospital!
Every mother's fear. Her son shooting his eye out.
Elmo, now you know why there are open container laws. LOL. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. ;-)
I'm afraid it's the fun and games that will do me in...hence the blood splatter.
bows head and rotates foot in childish manner
Jeez. I had an uncle who had a visible dent in his forehead from an angry champagne cork.
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