The idea of wearing something that could go up in flames terrifies me. A friend had his shirt catch fire and ended up with severe enough burns that he was put in a drug induced coma for the first part of his recovery.
I had a cotton sweater once that must have been treated with something flammable. I got too close to the flame of a gas stove, and suddenly had little flames running up my arm and all over the sweater. I tore it off, stomped on it, the flames went out, the sweater wasn't even visibly scorched, I never felt anything. Really weird experience.
Maybe it's like galvanisation, but for fire instead of rust.
2: you should have probably kept it on and developed a superhero identity.
Or horrible scarring. One or the other.
Probably just spilled some grain alcohol on it.
1: Terrifies me, too. I've heard enough "grad student wears synthetic-fabric sweater to chemistry lab, dies horribly" stories for this lifetime.
Fashion kills people more slowly these days
Until the great Yoga Pants Pandemic of 2016.
10: sort of a "flew too close to the sun" dénouement, eh?
Last week, at a bonfire party at a house my son wanted to move into, one of his prospective roommates tossed in some alcohol, which burned a kid so severely he's in an induced coma.
First, though, he writhed around in pain while a bunch of drunk teenagers were too scared to call 9-1-1. Until prospective roommate #2 stepped outside, saw what was going on, and took charge.
I guess that belongs on the Horror thread from a few days ago. The injured kid was airlifted to Salt Lake at 3 or 4 am; presumably the (out-of-town) parents had been called some short time before that.
Ugh. At least they can do the medically induced coma now. I understand (second hand) that the pain was tremendous.
I think this changed me in 1983, the best thing ever, the most beautiful woman.