Uh, would that be the hot pants, sir? [s]

Aye, the hot pants.

Short story short, I incinerated some of my pants today whilst calmly drinking a latte. I did smell and see the smoke for the duration of my biscotti, but assumed it was coming from the nearby kitchen.



Lessons learned:

1. Jeans don't ignite, they smolder.
2. Headers are hot.
3. Nothing contradicts your sweet 'Cafe Racer 4 Real' tattoo more than being told your pants are on fire in a cafe.

Update:
Now I'm being cautious as evidenced by this shot Erik snapped this afternoon.