Trashed elbow

Transferring the flaming pan to the bathroom, I am a little too slow: some element of burning matter falls on my foot, scorching a hole into the flesh that looks like a nasty cigarette burn.

Pretty foul.

The next day, I show the teachers at school. Hey everybody, I enthuse; who wants to touch my hole?

There is a general wailing and vomiting from the teaching staff, but no takers. Evidently, I was giving them too much credit.