While working the morning rush at the Coffee shop, I accidentally clink one of the Coffee pots with the Decaf pot. Usually not a problem, but this time, the Decaf pot basically shatters, spilling hot coffee everywhere. Including me. All down my pants, into my shoes, and up my shirt. We're talking really, really hot coffee.
The amazing thing is, after a second or two of intense pain (more like surprise pain, like when you get a paper cut), I focus back to the task on hand and start cleaning up the mess. Meanwhile the entire store is in a frenzy, thinking I must have third degree burns, and that I'm in shock or something. They offer to fill out a report, drive me to the hospital to get checked out, and are flummoxed when I decline.
Turns out, that despite having a half a pot of coffee splashed on me, I'm completley okay, but a goddamn cankersore causes me to use a half a tube of Orajel a day. My body is wierd.