Just for the record, O2bnVegas had a "coffee burn" episode at the Cromwell recently.
Playing slots, requested coffee. The casino was practically empty except for us (it was around 10 am).
Nice CW brought delicious hot coffee in a very fancy pewter-tone cup with handle, which looked like something you'd see on Antiques Roadshow.
After a sip or two I needed to switch hands with the cup, or something (it happened so fast). I managed to tip this lovely cup and spill all the hot coffee on myself, most of it on my right tummy and thigh.
I was wearing wheat-colored jeans, fairly heavy fabric, and it felt like my skin was on fire.
I jumped up, hopping around like some nut, pulling the jeans away from my skin as best I could to ease the burning, but the fabric was holding in the heat!
I wasn't staying at Cromwell. Husband helped me hobble to the Cromwell ladies room. Several employees, included dealers at empty tables and a security guard stared at us throughout the long walk to the restroom. None inquired if I needed help. Once in the restroom I de-jeaned, splashed cool water on my very reddened skin, attempted to rinse the coffee stain from my jeans, all the while standing there in my undies...LOL. Two very sweet bathroom attendants saw my dilemma, brought me some lotion and helped me dry my jeans via the air hand drying device. (I actually did think of "burn balm" at that point.) Of course I tipped them well.
I went back to where my friend and husband were, played the slots a few minutes more then we left. My skin felt prickly for about an hour. I'd say it was a common first degree burn, nothing serious thankfully.
I never, at any point, considered making it Cromwell's fault. I was clumsy. But I couldn't help but think about the Seinfeld episode, and it gave us all a good laugh.
My only regret was not being able to finish that good coffee.
Playing slots, requested coffee. The casino was practically empty except for us (it was around 10 am).
Nice CW brought delicious hot coffee in a very fancy pewter-tone cup with handle, which looked like something you'd see on Antiques Roadshow.
After a sip or two I needed to switch hands with the cup, or something (it happened so fast). I managed to tip this lovely cup and spill all the hot coffee on myself, most of it on my right tummy and thigh.
I was wearing wheat-colored jeans, fairly heavy fabric, and it felt like my skin was on fire.
I jumped up, hopping around like some nut, pulling the jeans away from my skin as best I could to ease the burning, but the fabric was holding in the heat!
I wasn't staying at Cromwell. Husband helped me hobble to the Cromwell ladies room. Several employees, included dealers at empty tables and a security guard stared at us throughout the long walk to the restroom. None inquired if I needed help. Once in the restroom I de-jeaned, splashed cool water on my very reddened skin, attempted to rinse the coffee stain from my jeans, all the while standing there in my undies...LOL. Two very sweet bathroom attendants saw my dilemma, brought me some lotion and helped me dry my jeans via the air hand drying device. (I actually did think of "burn balm" at that point.) Of course I tipped them well.
I went back to where my friend and husband were, played the slots a few minutes more then we left. My skin felt prickly for about an hour. I'd say it was a common first degree burn, nothing serious thankfully.
I never, at any point, considered making it Cromwell's fault. I was clumsy. But I couldn't help but think about the Seinfeld episode, and it gave us all a good laugh.
My only regret was not being able to finish that good coffee.
