(Non)senses

Some time ago I watched a reportage clarifying about the danger of being seriously burned by malfunctioning heated car seats. There was an old man saying: "I began feeling the smell of burned meat [pause]. I looked down and my bottom was burning."

That feller might have a good sense of smell, but certainly his sense of touch has been gone long ago.

It is something like: "When I arrived at home and I stripped off my shirt I noticed that it had a hole on it. It was only then that I noticed a knife impaled on my chest"