This story starts when my friend Dave and I went to a flea market and bought ourselves two Zippo lighters. While neither of us smoke, we thought it would be cool to have as a collectable item. We just thought it was neat how they had the outer covering and the cap that opened and closed. After purchasing our new lighters we went to a small local store to buy some lighter fluid. We purchased a bottle and took it back to his house to fill our lighters up.
We read the directions for the lighters and tried to get the fluid inside. Unfortunately, when we went to fill the lighters, the lighter fluid came out in a gas form. We tried using the gas to fill up the lighter, but it was no use. After attempting to use what we had, Dave and I came to the conclusion that we needed to go back to the store and trade our gas lighter fluid in for the liquid form. So we hopped back in his car and drove back to the store. I stepped out of the car and went in to exchange our item, Dave stayed in the car.
I walked in and approached the owner at the front counter. I put the lighter fluid on the counter and said "Hi sir, I was just here with my friend to buy this bottle of lighter fluid. We think you gave us the wrong kind and would like to exchange it" After asking me why, I told him that it wasn't working because we needed the one in liquid form. I spotted what we needed on the shelf and told him I'd take that in exchange. Instead he insisted that the lighter fluid he had given us worked just fine.
He than asked me to hand over my lighter so that he could show me how it works. So I handed my lighter to him, not wanting to start argument. He than started spraying the fumes into the lighter and than went to light it. As I expected there was a spark, but nothing happened. He went to give it another try and started spraying it into the lighter again. Only this time, he sprayed for a lot longer.
It got to the point where I could actually see the fumes building up in the air. Now I'v seen enough movies to know what happens when a spark goes off in a room filled with gas. I took a few steps back as the fumes started to get bigger. "This guys not seriously going to light it is he?" I thought to myself. He than went to flick the lighter and the moment it sparked, the air caught fire.
The owner immediately dropped the lighter and bottle on the desk. "OH SH-T!" I thought "HIS ARMS ON FIRE". The fumes from the bottle must have attached to his arm, so when the the air caught fire, his arm lit up. The owner flailed about smacking his arm in a panic until the fire went out. He quickly regained his composure, gave me my lighter and the the bottle of lighter fluid, and said "See it works".
I was too shocked to respond so I just took my things off the counter and walked out. As soon as I got back in the car Dave asked "What was that flash in there and why do you still have the same lighter fluid"? I explained everything that happened to him as we drove away to find another store to get the right lighter fluid.
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