At least I think its funny!
The other night I was rebuilding an atomizer. My wife was positioned at the other side of the kitchen island intently watching the process. I cut the kanthal wire and dropped it into my lap. I dug around in my crotch until I found the tiny, valuable strand. Next, I tried to affix the wire to the positive screw and fumbled the screw into my lap. Again, I grabbed my crotch to locate the irreplaceable accessory. Finally, as I was oxidizing the SS mesh wick, I dropped the glowing tube in my lap and began massaging my crotch rapidly to extinguish the singed area. My wife stood and began walking away, but turned back and knowingly said "this isn't about making vapor... is it."
All said, I may go back to silica wicks.
The other night I was rebuilding an atomizer. My wife was positioned at the other side of the kitchen island intently watching the process. I cut the kanthal wire and dropped it into my lap. I dug around in my crotch until I found the tiny, valuable strand. Next, I tried to affix the wire to the positive screw and fumbled the screw into my lap. Again, I grabbed my crotch to locate the irreplaceable accessory. Finally, as I was oxidizing the SS mesh wick, I dropped the glowing tube in my lap and began massaging my crotch rapidly to extinguish the singed area. My wife stood and began walking away, but turned back and knowingly said "this isn't about making vapor... is it."
All said, I may go back to silica wicks.