In college, I was at a girls Bible study at a friend's house. Anna boiled water for tea, on the stove top because there was no kettle. The water was at a rolling boil when she poured it into mugs. Rolling boil. I happened to be in the middle of a story, so I put my mug between my knees and continued. Whatever I was saying was pretty exciting, because I used large hand motions and a bit of the water splashed onto my knee.
This is where things get vulgar. I hope you're not offended by use of the word "crotch."
My knee reacted in pain, and the entire mug of boiling water poured directly onto my crotch. Directly. I was wearing fleece pants, which capture heat and hold it there for eternity. I stood up yelling, panicked, frozen. Janne ripped off my pants and I ran to the bathroom and began to cry. I didn't come out for a long while. I sat in the bathtub, crying by myself, trying to cool and soothe my burn. That night David and I slept on couches in the living room of my house. He brought me ice packs, and I slept with them between my legs.
As I sipped tea in class today, I thought about how hot it was and how terrible it would be if someone bumped my arm and it spilled all over my crotch in the middle of class. Very, very terrible.
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