way back in my years as a cook, there was a guy who routinely worked the broiler, and every day, every few seconds, I'd hear him say 'ow...sh@t'. I finally asked him what he was doing, and he replied that he didn't know which of the fajita skillets under the broiler were hot until he grabbed them. he never even thought to use a towel. at first I thought he was retarded, but I soon began to appreciate the entertainment value he provided.
much like in this circumstance.