Chance goes out in flames

A girl I had asked out suggested that I accompany her to her family picnic. I agreed to go, picked her up that Saturday and took her to the park where the festivities were set to take place. All was going well when her six-year-old niece started yelling that something was wrong with the dog. We inspested the dog and found that a tick had burrowed into its fur. I went ot my car to get some rubbing alcohol to rub on the tick. I'd heard this would make the booldsucker come out on its own, and if it worked, I'd wind up looking like a hero. When I applied the alcohol, however, the tick stayed put. Someone then suggested I light a match, blow it out and press it on the tick to force it to come out. I did as I was instructed, but apparently the alcohol hadn't thoroughly dried. The second I touched the hot match to the dog, the little mutt burst into a fireball. The flaming critter took off, barking wildly and running aroung the park, while 30 screaming people chased after it. Not surprisingly, my hopes of getting a second date were completely dashed.