My husband is the most unlucky person I know, which is strange because I'm really lucky. He always gets pulled over, even when he's not speeding, he always has his business deals messed up by strange, unseen problems and he never picks the right line at the grocery store. He is a mobile auto mechanic and has all the tools he needs to fix cars stored in a utility bed on his truck. This morning when he was on his way to work he saw a motorhome on the side of the freeway that had caught fire. The family who owned it was standing there freaking out so he pulled over to help them. He took the fire extinguisher off his truck and started spraying the engine to put the fire out. Here's where his luck ran out; something (he's not sure if it was the propane tank or a fuel line or what) blew up and sent flames bursting out of the vehicle and singed the first layer of skin off his legs from where his shorts end to where his socks start. He looks like he layed in a tanning bed about 48 hours too long. Poor baby.