A "Shocking" Tale

Last week I was cooking a few grill cheese sandwiches.  A snack, some called it, but to me it was a meal.

Butter melting, sandwiches developing nice toasty sides.  I hear a POP! and find myself in the floor with pan in hand and an electric burner flaming.  With no ideal what happened  I was on the floor over three feet away. The wall had stopped me.  I got up.  Turned the burner off.  Finished the sandwiches on another burner while my muscles quivered strangely.  I thought the pop had made me jump and I tripped. The more I thought, the less I believed my conclusion.

Asked Hubby for his input after every one ate their finely browned grill cheese sandwiches.   Hubby's assessment was the burner had shorted for some reason (there was a hole in the element) arcing the electric current partially into my body by way of the skillet.  I held the skillet by it's supposedly insulated handle.  All I know is one minute I was standing, the next I was not.  And it hurt!  Took me an hour for the muscles to stop dancing and almost a week for my shoulder to heal.

I'm getting a gas stove!