I guess everyone has to start somewhere, so for my first post I shall regale you with what happened at lunch today.
I am normally a die hard zippo fan. However, I am in the middle of moving and most of my stuff is packed. The zippo that I normally carry broke this weekend so I went out and grabbed a cheapie disposable.
Years ago I swore off disposable lighters for a number of reasons. The major issue being that pocket lint collects in the head of the lighter. But necessity called and one found its way into my pocket. Now being a scout when I was younger, I remember that pocket lint is the near perfect tinder for starting fires. As a matter of fact, I've many times pulled out the pocket lint during a camping trip to do just that. Sadly, not meaning to, I lit a nice quick fire today while lighting my pipe. Errr..not the kind you'd want though.
It happened this way....
I packed the pipe, lit the lighter and a flaming ball of butane laden lint bounced off of my thumb, landed on my arm and set my arm hair into a short lived flaming blaze that rendered the most horrible smell. While I was busy waving off the smell, my father in law who was watching in amazement uttered the words: "Son, you've got style...." and then went back to watching tv.
~Spatzkat
I am normally a die hard zippo fan. However, I am in the middle of moving and most of my stuff is packed. The zippo that I normally carry broke this weekend so I went out and grabbed a cheapie disposable.
Years ago I swore off disposable lighters for a number of reasons. The major issue being that pocket lint collects in the head of the lighter. But necessity called and one found its way into my pocket. Now being a scout when I was younger, I remember that pocket lint is the near perfect tinder for starting fires. As a matter of fact, I've many times pulled out the pocket lint during a camping trip to do just that. Sadly, not meaning to, I lit a nice quick fire today while lighting my pipe. Errr..not the kind you'd want though.
It happened this way....
I packed the pipe, lit the lighter and a flaming ball of butane laden lint bounced off of my thumb, landed on my arm and set my arm hair into a short lived flaming blaze that rendered the most horrible smell. While I was busy waving off the smell, my father in law who was watching in amazement uttered the words: "Son, you've got style...." and then went back to watching tv.
~Spatzkat
