I keep a propane torch under my desk. What? Don't you have a propane torch under your desk? If you don't have a propane torch under your desk, that's just plain weird. I don't like weird people, so if you fit into the no-propane-torch category, well, just stifle yourself. I didn't ask, so you don't tell, okay?
Anywayyyy, a lot of the commercial engraving I do is on plastics used in things like industrial control panels. The plastics are prone to scratching; I am prone to laziness. Some people buff out faint scratches; I prefer to just "flame-polish" them away. Hence the value of having a torch handy. But today I was a little negligent with the flame. As I was inspecting the part to see if I'd "polished" it enough, I kinda lost track of where the torch was pointing. If you've ever taken one of your clueless liberal friends to the gun range - (you know, you yell "cease fire!" and they slue about saying "what?" with their muzzle pointed everywhere but safely downrange) - then you know what I'm talking about.
Luckily, I "ceased fire" before the desk burst into flames. But not before it smoked a little bit. Heehee.