I quite my job today and then tried to burn my apron in the parking lot.
To ensure that the apron would catch on fire, Emily and I stopped at the gas station, dosing the apron with gasoline. Arson is a lot harder then it looks! I think that maybe the apron was flame retardant?
It didn't work, so we went to my parents house to get more gasoline and another lighter. It was hard and cold. My attempts were failing. Emily was nervous. In desperation, I continue flicking at the lighter. The fames ignite! I feel the flames on my hand. Emily is screaming, "they are writing down my license plate!" I jump in the car, thinking well then we need to get out of here! Unsatisfied with my response, Emily shrills, "what are you doing? Put the fire out!"
Stomping on the fire, we leave the parking.