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I work on knives when business is a little slow in the middle of the day. About a week and a half ago I was waiting for one of my suppliers to come by for a meeting. I changed shirts and went out back to do some heavy angle grinding on a hatchet. I wasn't worried about my pants because I had a heavy leather apron on.
Anyway I was watching for him and grinding and enjoying life when I saw what I thought was one of my salesmen come in the lot. I didn't pay any attention because they are used to me being a little eccentric and they work for me.
I was going full tilt when I heard a voice say Mr. Lytton.......I looked up and there was someone I had never seen before. OOPS.........
I cut the grinder off and walked over to him and shook his hand. He looked scared to death. I looked down and realized that my shirt was fully involved. The apron had kept me from feeling the heat.
I kind of patted it out and walked nonchalantly in the office still smoking.
This is the second time I have set my shirt on fire in a month

Anyway I was watching for him and grinding and enjoying life when I saw what I thought was one of my salesmen come in the lot. I didn't pay any attention because they are used to me being a little eccentric and they work for me.
I was going full tilt when I heard a voice say Mr. Lytton.......I looked up and there was someone I had never seen before. OOPS.........
I cut the grinder off and walked over to him and shook his hand. He looked scared to death. I looked down and realized that my shirt was fully involved. The apron had kept me from feeling the heat.
I kind of patted it out and walked nonchalantly in the office still smoking.
This is the second time I have set my shirt on fire in a month


