While bemoaning her, well, casual living standards, Lemmonex tells of finding a motivation to cut down on cigarettes.
This decision was made several months ago when, unable to find a book of matches or a lighter, I leaned over the stove to light my cigarette and singed off a lock of hair. Not my hair! It scared the hell out of me and smelled horribly to boot.
Thanks to a long-ago incident involving a cigarette lighter (but no cigarettes) and almost epic stupidity, I can vouch for both the consternation and the bad smell of burning hair that is still attached to one's head.