"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in message
...
...I smell something cooking. Doesn't smell very good. More like burning
plastic bags. Smoke curls up around my face. John looks over and casually
comments, "fire."

"What?"

"You're on fire."

I look down, and my parka is up against the space heater. Flames are
licking up from my groin to my chest...

Up to this point, I thought this was going to be one of
those......um.......whattyacallit......fish stories.

Reality bites.

Wolfgang
nice job, Frank.