Grounded

This afternoon Carlos and I were cooking lunch. As I was drying my hands on the towel that was hung over the oven door, I accidentally touched the door and got a shock. So, of course, I touched it again, and, yes, I got electrocuted again. How odd. Of course, the next step was to have Carlos touch the oven. He did, no problems. I touched it again, got shocked again, and he was beginning to think that I was crazy.

So the next idea was for him to touch the oven and then for me to touch him at the same time. When we did that he felt the shock and told me I wasn't crazy. But we were really confused why I was conductive and he was not. We finally looked down and realized that I was in my socks while he was wearing tennis shoes. So I stood on his feet and touched the oven again, abut this time no shock! I never realized that one needed to be grounded while using the oven. So instead of putting shoes on, he just unplugged the oven (which hasn't been working for the past month anyway).