The Fire Outside

On a plane, there is this truly wonderful thing called the "emergency row." To the airport, flight attendants and everyone therein concerned, they are the locations where people can exit a possibly burning, crashing, or otherwise dying aircraft. To the passengers (especially those over, say, 4'10") it means leg room.

 

Directly above the door was a picture that looked something like this picture. For about five minutes I could not for the life of me figure out what it was.  Some of the following passed through my head:

"If you can shoot a heat ray from your eyes, don't hit the door please."

"Superman, please refrain yourself.."

"Don't open the door to look at the bonfire."

It was just ridiculous! I seriously had no idea until I realized I shouldn't open the door for the fire outside. No, instead we should stay inside the giant metal aircraft and steam like a kettle.

 

Huh.