rockweasel
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In my late teens I stuck a finger in a chip pan to see if it was hot enough...
I did a similar thing was I was just about tall enough to see the kitchen bunker. We had a hot plate that my dad used to make pancakes on. It was really hot.
"Don't touch it, it's hot" my dad would say. Of course I stuck my index finger on it and ended up with a throbbing finger and a huge blister. I started complaining about it, so my dad told me to go and listen to a brass band that was practicing outside at a school close to us to take my mind off it. The loud music just added to my misery.