Well, I was trying to help a friend feel better when his neck was hurting, so instead of a massage, which would have been easier and safer, I decided to heat a towel. My dad had done this before for me, so I knew it would work and would feel really good. I wasn't sure how long to leave it in the microwave, so I figured 2 minutes would be long enough. I went to get it out, and it was BLACK and SMOKING. Nothing was orange, so I figured it wasn't on fire, but since it smelled REALLY bad, I decided to get it out of the building. We were at the BSU at our campus. I threw it in the trash can outside. about 20 minutes later, my roommate came in and said, "Hey Crystal, the trash can is on fire!"
The parking lot was full of smoke, and the story made across 2 other states in LESS THAN 10 MINUTES. (I kid you not.) A few weeks later, I bought this same friend a fish he had been wanting, and said, "You should name it after me!" He laughed, and decided to name the fish "SMOKEY."
It stuck - on me. The fish died, and 2 years later, I have the nickname SMOKEY on the back of my sorority's homecoming shirt.
Sorry for the novel!
Crystal