What does it say about a relationship, when a wife can't have a little alone time with her acetylene torch?
Seriously...I'm in the garage, minding my own business, and just when I'm getting my groove on heating strands of copper, Mr. Safety comes down and thinks he has got to put his own two cents in.
"You shouldn't be doing this in the garage." he starts.
"Why not? It's dark outside! How am I supposed to make sure I've got the right color when I heat the copper? Too much and it turns silver. I'm not having that."
"You'll have plenty of that and more if you get any nearer that box of spray paint cans and primer. And do you even know where the gas can is?"
"Oh please," I said, trying to sound confident. "I'm not going to let this touch gas!"
"So, I'm taking it you aren't aware that the most flammable part of gas is the fumes?"
"I...I...knew that." I said, promptly shutting off the torch.
Well, actually I knocked it over. Good thing it has a safety feature that shuts it off. Of course, you STILL have to twist the knob to shut off the gas that's still hissing from it.
But that's not the point...the POINT is that chances are, nothing would've happened. I know this because I've been heating copper for awhile,now, and ALWAYS in the garage. This was just the first time HE figured it out.