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