Tell a story (based on truth or fiction) where someone is playing with fire - literally or metaphorically --- and probably shouldn't be.
I have a bad habit.
When we go to restaurants,
I like to play with the candles.
I take a toothpick
and burn the ends.
not very smart.
Even at home.
when the power goes
and I have candles burning,
I like to play with the wax.
When I was in university,
I went to a restaurant with some mates.
It was a nice one,
and hadn't been there before.
A few years later,
I started working at a pre-school.
There was a nice restaurant nearby.
It looked familiar,
but I couldn't put my finger on it.
After going there for many months,
I had dinner there one evening
and was talking to the manager.
It turned out
this was the same restaurant
I had been to years before.
But it looked a little different.
The manager told me
it had been redecorated after the fire.
So, my mate and I finish dinner.
I put my napkin on the table
and the wind blows.
You guessed it,
right into the candle!
I almost burnt the place down!!!
You'd think I'd have learnt to be more careful.
There's just something about candles
and hot wax....