I remember that commercial from the 90's. It has to be about 20 years old. Still one of the best commercials of all time!
How is your knee, Eileen?
I remember as a teenager having a crush on the boy next door. (yes, literally) I was out in the back lots keeping my eyes on a burning trash tile for my Dad when this boy came by on his bike and stopped for a visit. In my excitement at having such a great visit with the source of my attentions, I was talking in a more animated way then even I normally do. While relating some antidote and giggling, I took one or two steps back and inadvertently stepped back into the glowing embers of the trash pile. I was wearing, what for lack of a better descriptive phrase, I will call Jesus sandals. Needless to say, it took but an instant to realize the situation I was in but my pride got the best of me. I made no sudden movements, but calmly said, "I'm sorry, but I hear Mom calling me. I have to go." I then casually drew my foot forward out of the embers and began moving forward as he jumped back on his bike and left.
I succumbed to a serious limp and perhaps even some tears streaming down my face, as soon as he was safely on his way. My foot quickly blistered up around all the straps. I really don't recall what was involved in getting the sandal off but I do recall being on crutches for the next couple weeks. I don't remember what lame excuse I gave at school for the crutches but I do remember NOT wanting the truth to get back to the young man, because I knew I would end up looking twice as foolish to him as I would have if I'd have started screaming and jumping out of the fire.
What can I say? My motto has always been; "Never let them see you sweat."