Friday's Tangent: Don't touch, you'll get burned

In the locker room at the gym, there is a sauna. Whenever I go swimming I like to take a shower and sit in there for a while and relax. Not too long, because I can't handle it too hot, but just enough for most of the water to evaporate and my skin to start to tingle.

Inside said sauna, there is a metal looking box with rocks, much like this photo:


Now in the heat of the moment, when everything is starting to tingle, I'm not thinking about anything really, maybe the dimensions of the room, or how I need to paint my toenails, sometimes my mind drifts to this very box.

I want to touch it.

All reasonable arguments go as follows: Don't touch the hot box, it is metal, and you will get burned.

But then I say to myself, maybe it won't burn me. Maybe the box is not as it appears. There isn't a sign up! How can they not warn you about the hot box?

Maybe it's like the time my grandfather showed me that if you run your finger through the flame of a candle fast it does not hurt.

I've gone back and forth many times. Many, many times.

Sometimes men are like that box.