I probably look like Buddy the Elf cautiously turning a Jack in the Box every time I change my propane tanks without gloves.

Many years ago, I got a blast of propane on my hand while changing a tank on a forklift. As I jerked my hand back it felt severely burned, and I feared the worst. Did I really need all five fingers to open the pickle jar anyway?

Thankfully, my hand was back to normal within a few minutes. My heart slowed down three hours later. It serves as a great reminder for me to respect the dangers of propane.