Burn Baby Burn

So yesterday at work something tragic occured...and yes it was partly my fault. I was lighting the water heater at Jakes Over the Top and (contrary to anything Bryn said) I was even doing in the right way. I had tried to light it previously and it failed, but I hadn't given it enough time to air out so the gas was still rampant in the little room where the pilot light is. (Yes, I finally figured out why it blew up- it wasn't because it was already lit, it wasn't because I was using a napkin instead of the lighter- it was because I had tried to do it previously and hasn't given it enough time before I tried again- that's why).

So I went, tried to light it...and it exploded. Literally, flames everywhere. My hair was massacred (and unfortunately now looks quite funny) my eyelashes are half of their normal length, my eyebrows look quite...interesting and my hand is all red but thankfully not blistered, just burned. Which still hurts by the way, hurts ALOT.

I just find this blatantly unfair because, as a child, I was the only one who NEVER played with fire. I never touched the stove, never played with matches, heck I never even did the whole 'burning-the-ants-with-the-magnifying-glass' thing! I had never ever been burned before in my life and let me tell you- I don't like it. It does not feel good, it hurts, and the hurt doesn't go away.

You know, I wasn't even playing with fire technically, I was simply doing my job as a shift leader and trying to insure that we had hot water. (Which I succeeded at by the way, I definately DID light the pilot light.) And I got burned.

So how is it that I got burned? Does this seem a little unfair to anyone else? Just a little?