Peter, Peter, Pants on Fire, Part Deux
From Peter's own words:
One day, when I was working for Rep. Lynn Finnegan, I was waiting at the underground entrance to the State Capital for a friend to drive by and drop off some food for the office. It was opening day at the legislature so there were lots of people around me with leis and food. I was playing with a Bic lighter…lighting it up and then putting it out. As minutes passed, I put the lighter away in my pocket but continued playing with the flint, spinning it to create a spark but not pressing the button that releases the gas. I figured it was safe as long as I don't press the button that released the gas.
After doing that for awhile, I smelled a faint order of something burning. Even before I could look down at my pocket, a sheriff's deputy, who was stationed close by, shouted at me, "Hey brah, get smoke coming from your pants!" I guess somehow, my pants pocket caught on fire from the sparks of the cigarette lighter. I quickly did a dance and patted the fire out.
The sheriff's deputy then came up to me and, with smoke still coming from my pants, asked me what I was trying to do...implying that I was trying to set off a bomb or something. I quickly turned my pocket inside out to show him that I had nothing in there except the lighter. By this time, a crowd had formed and everyone was straining to see what was going on. When the sheriff's deputy saw my burnt pocket and nothing else, he just laughed. He said that he had to include this incident in his report so I had to give him my name, who I worked for, and what I was doing down there. Talk about embarrassing!
One day, when I was working for Rep. Lynn Finnegan, I was waiting at the underground entrance to the State Capital for a friend to drive by and drop off some food for the office. It was opening day at the legislature so there were lots of people around me with leis and food. I was playing with a Bic lighter…lighting it up and then putting it out. As minutes passed, I put the lighter away in my pocket but continued playing with the flint, spinning it to create a spark but not pressing the button that releases the gas. I figured it was safe as long as I don't press the button that released the gas.
After doing that for awhile, I smelled a faint order of something burning. Even before I could look down at my pocket, a sheriff's deputy, who was stationed close by, shouted at me, "Hey brah, get smoke coming from your pants!" I guess somehow, my pants pocket caught on fire from the sparks of the cigarette lighter. I quickly did a dance and patted the fire out.
The sheriff's deputy then came up to me and, with smoke still coming from my pants, asked me what I was trying to do...implying that I was trying to set off a bomb or something. I quickly turned my pocket inside out to show him that I had nothing in there except the lighter. By this time, a crowd had formed and everyone was straining to see what was going on. When the sheriff's deputy saw my burnt pocket and nothing else, he just laughed. He said that he had to include this incident in his report so I had to give him my name, who I worked for, and what I was doing down there. Talk about embarrassing!
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