I just burnt a hole in my shoe.
A hole in my favourite 15 quid maid shoes.
I was trying not to dishonour my country by freezing to death indoors in the wussy English winter by keeping close to the gas fire (as the link between gas heating and huge explosions when people forget they've left the gas oven on and light a match has not yet been discovered in this country), leaning against the grate with my shoe perched against the metal edge for balancing purposes when after a few minutes of heated luxury, I felt a strange sensation akin to my nylons melting to the skin of my foot.
I looked down and realized that the sole of my shoe was melting. The heat was so intense that it was burning through my shoe and making a full frontal assault on my extremely flammable nylons in a very painful way.
Lesson learned?
Gas Fires: Not Just for Decoration - Actually Producing Heat.
2 comments:
Funny story with a very real lesson; your didactic tales will save many a foot I'm sure!
What do you mean, "actually producing heat"? Great scott! My world has been expanded at the sacrifice of your shoe.
How noble you are.
So, you're a maid? When did that happen? Is it much different from working at Milner checkout?
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