Story - Change goes out in flames

A girl I had asked out suggested that I accompany her to her family picnic. I agreed togo, pickerd her up that Saturday and took her to the park where thefestivities were set to take place. All was going well when hersix-year-old niece started yelling that something was wrong with thedog. We inspested the dog and found that a tick had burrowed intoits fur. I went ot my car to get some rubbing alcohol to rub onthe tick. I'd heard this would make the booldsucker come out onits own, and if it worked , I'd wind up looking like a hero. WhenI applied the alcohol, however, the tick stayed put. Someone thensuggested I light a match, blow it out and press it on the tick toforce it to come out. I did as I was instructed, but apparentlythe alcohol hadn't thoroughly dried. The second I touched the hot matchto the dog, the little mutt burst into a fireball. The flamingcritter took off, berking wildly and running aroung the park, while 30 screaming people chased after it. Not surprisingly, my hopes ofgetting a second date were completely dashed.