No, I am fine, THANK YOU!

Ok, so I will preface this one with...I am a bit intoxicated when this small disturbance occurs. Went to my in-laws tonight to go through my mother in laws clothes - Unfortunately she passed extremely unexpectedly a few weeks ago. While going through her personal possessions, I had a few. There, I said it. For those of you who don't know me, I don't drink often...I smoke as well...SHUT UP! Don decided he should drive home, which was OK with me. However, when I rolled down the window to flick my cigarette out, it went down the sleeve of my exceptionally cheap, foreign made fleece of extremely flammable material, from WalMart. If your wife is sitting next to you in 19' weather, pretending she is fine, while the air from her open window is fanning the very noticeable flames coming out of the cuff of her protective outwear, perchance next time, instead of asking "You OK, honey?", Pull the fuck over and see that she indeed stops, drops and rolls. "Yeah, I am fine, fuck nuts" - Thought it was the comfort of my heated seat and forgot my wrist was searing until I noticed that my fucking crotch was on fire as well. They ain't a kiddin' when they say if there's smoke, there's fire!!!!! Disaster avoided, first degree burns don't usually leave scars and it's all over but the crying for now. Have a great night!