Kleene Star

So, I'm thinking it's about time for lunch. I turn on the oven to make some pizza, and when it comes time to get the pizza out, my internal monologue goes something like this:

Hmm, what's that weird burning sensation along the inside of my arm? Could I be burning myself? No, I'm wearing oven mitts. What is going on? That's a weird sensation. Wow, it's getting more painful. Maybe I should take my hands out of the oven. Let me just get that pizza . . . . Nope, wait, still hurts. What the hell is going on?

Turns out that the metal core of my wrist braces heats up rather fast when exposed to 450 degree heat. I ripped those suckers off faster than you can say "velcro," though I managed not to dump pizza all over the floor in the process. Fortunately I'm not hurt, just a little sore and rather embarrassed.