A few moments after coming home for the night Blaine noticed radiant heat coming from our dishwasher, which should have stopped running about two hours before. "Why is it still drying the dishes, this thing could catch fire?" he said. I braved my way through the forcefield of heat emanating from the dishwasher, proceed to open it and feel the blast of hot air hit my face, force my hand through the plastic dish holding tray, so that. . . yes, you see it coming. . . I can touch the metal heating mechanism to see if it is still hot.
Yes, I have a college degree. Yes, I think I have third degree burns. I apologize if I am not typing correctly, my left pointer finger may be permanently impaired. Help.