It's a feeling I'm used to being a science teacher although I'm not as good at suppressing the verbalisation of the second thought when things go wrong when there are students around as I should be.Today's moment came courtesy of a can of hairspray. Yes. I own and use hairspray; yet another reason why I need to be careful around bunsen burners and responsible for the fringe loss of November 2010 incident in a horrific wind, methane fireball, my face combination.
Whilst cleaning I managed to launch said can of hairspray across my bedroom. As it sailed those few centimetres through the air it didn't really concern me, a while back I dropped a whole bottle of wine on the tiled kitchen floor and it genuinely bounced and remained intact. Alas Boots hadn't focussed as much on their aerosols' structural integrity as Wither Hills did into their Sauvignon Blanc.
There was a surprisingly large bang and the rapid release of pressure caused the canister to propel itself across the floor spreading its contents over the bedroom floor detritus. At the bang I dived out of the way in the Hollywood fashion that would clearly save me from the ensuing fireball.
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| Just like this. Ok, fine, not at all like this. |
I don't ask much in life but I've come to live by the "Science: It just works bitches" arrogance of my own self-righteousness. When something carries a warning label suggesting that it will explode if pierced I'd like to to think that it had more reason to be there than those "Warning! The contents of this cup may be hot!" disclaimers. I'm sure that a fireball and the ensuing destruction would have completely ruined my day but I must confess that I was a little disappointed.
Of course I know why it didn't explode and why it was unlikely to but presumably, sometime, somewhere that accident has ended in the really cool way. I'm just left with a burst can, no hairspray, and a sticky/damp patch on my bedroom floor.
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| After a month's dosage in five seconds it should look stunning |
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