The Boiling Water on the Feet story

Mung and I have always had a friendship that has been characterized by much strife and disagreement. Most of our more heated disputes have revolved around music, particularly my love for the Stones, and his love for discounting how good the Stones were/are.

*** Rule - If you want to get under Los's skin, just get into a conversation
about the Stones and how weak and uninspiring their music is. Los
will probably blow a gasket and knock something over.***

One of these frequent occurrences happened when I was in the process of cooking another unimaginative dinner consisting of beef cubes, onions, paprika, flour, and noodles. As I was in the process of boiling the said noodles, Mung decided it was time for another one of these squabbles. In a nonchalant manner, Mung proceeds to mention that it is his opinion that Nine Inch Nails has surpassed the Stones musically. Much like the water the noodles were in, my temperature rose steadily. I couldn't let this little mention pass, and immediately entered yet another dispute with my portly roommate.

As the argument grew, the barbs flying back and forth became more and more personal, until I completely forgot that I was in the process of preparing a meal. As I held a pot of boiling water in one hand, and a colander in the other, I inexplicably left the sink area that would've been an excellent place to strain the noodles from the boiling water, and walked towards my behemoth roommate, who continued to utter absurd fiction about Nine Inch Nails and how they have slayed the Glimmer Twins.

I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs at Mung when I noticed that for some reason my socks were wet, and that I had developed a stinging feeling in both of my feet. Before I could even look down, Mung was hunched over in the fetal position, desperately trying to suck in some air. At that point, I understood the magnitude of what I had done. Instead of going the traditional route, and straining the noodles over the sink, I apparently "thought" it would be best to strain the noodles over my feet. Thank goodness after the initial sting, there was a surreal-soothing numblike feeling for a few hours. It was one of the most unique ways that an argument between Mung and me was ended.