A story about how the absinthe in a glass, closed with a palm, did not want to extinguish.
My former boss told me that before we met him he worked in one of the NIHs.
They sent them to the laboratory warehouse to get and bring to the laboratory a bottle of acetone (20 liters). He was just from the army. Working but not brilliant. And here he appears in an embrace with a bottle. The bottle is closed with a cement trap: a piece of polyethylene is inserted into the throat, and a cement solution is poured into it. In the teeth of the laborant - Belomor. And you need to pour this acetone somewhere immediately. Well, the laboratory worker, without removing the bull from his mouth, gets the block from the bottle, immediately acetone pairs burn from the papyrus, and
A pillar of fire in the ceiling. Three people in the laboratory. And everyone immediately understands that the transit has come: in a few seconds the throat of the bottle warms up, the glass breaks and everything...
But here our hero - the burner showed self-control and excellent reaction: calmly gets out of the mouth of the bellomarin, stumbles it, then closes the palm of the throat and, without rush, puts the bottle on the table, without tearing off the palm of the throat. Waiting until everything is gone, he puts a traffic jamming in place and calmly says to the tired and angry employees who said goodbye to life: I burned my hand at the medical centre.