Today started out as a fairly normal day.
After eating and working for a few hours I decided to have a couple of beers and smoke about a pack of cigarettes while I watched some interesting programming on CNN (believe it or not, they have their moments).
I was nice and relaxed and on my second beer of the evening when I suddenly couldn’t find my lighter. No worries, I spotted another one on the table in front of me, stood up and attempted to light a cigarette, when… : KAKABOOOOM!
I had absolutely no idea what had happened, but two things led me to believe I was still alive, despite the stars I was seeing and the deafening ringing in my ears. First of all, I was definitely lying on my bed, and I’m sure Hell would never let you bring your own bed. Secondly, I had tobacco in my mouth, which is not Heaven’s style, as far as I know.
After a moment I realized that my lighter had indeed exploded violently in my face, my hand and forehead had red marks and were very soar to the touch, but no blood. The cigarette was blown apart, half of it ending up in my mouth. There were burning bits of it on my sheet and lots of holes had been burned through it.
And my ears hurt like hell, man, that was one hell of bang.
I found shards of the lighter all over my room, and my diagnosis was that it was indeed the cheap Chinese lighter I had bought and attemptede to fix after it locked up on me. I had removed the little metal thing from the top and messed with the gas emition thingy, like I had done dozens of times in at least three other countries before.
Something had gone terribly wrong when I tried to use it days later, though I cannot begin to understand exactly what the problem was. Of course it was a rather big lighter, made out of very thick plastic and almost completely full, so I probably should have known it could make a big bang.
Still, it’s not exactly something you expect…
All in all, it was more interesting and exciting than annoying or frightening, explaining why this thread is not in the pit. It may not be a mundane event to me, but it’s pretty pointless stuff I must share none the less.
— G. Raven