Share the pain
Middle school, 1984. Metalwork class to be precise.

A bunch of spotty teenagers have been let loose with the furnace, so we can bend bits of metal. Since there's about 20 of us, and there aren't enough tongs to go round, we each patiently wait for our turns before we are allowed to literally play with fire.

However, one of the more mongtastic classmates, once he's finished heating his bit of metal to supernova-esque proportions, bungs his tongs back on the rail without cooling them off first. Little Davros doen't spot this, goes over to collect tongs for my turn, grabs the nearest set by the end and...

"Oohyafugginbasabuggerinchrist", hopping (why hopping I don't know) around the metalwork room, sucking my severley burned fingers.

That wasn't the dumbest bit though. No, the dumbest bit came seconds after, when a classmate, on spotting my pain, asks "are they hot"?, before reaching out to grab the self same set of tongs that I had just freshly barbequed my fingers with...

Squealed like a pig. The stupid cunt.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 24 Dec 2007, 10:56, 1 reply)

Ouch!
I think I would've taken the tongs to 'em after that. (In both senses of the phrase.)
(FleetlordVT, Tue 25 Dec 2007, 14:29, closed)