When I was a teenager I had a friend who's family had a deep fryer. They had THE BEST french fries. So I decide to try making some at home myself even though we didn't have a deep fryer. I put a large pot of oil on the burner and waited for it to - I don't know what, boil? get really hot somehow? - while non-chalantly talking to the friend on the corded phone across the room. After a while, she says "It's probably ready now, go ahead and throw the [frozen] fries in". I did, and whoa, flash fire! I grabbed the flaming pan, threw it in the sink, and turned the water on. All I remember is it being something like the Wizard of Oz ("Man Behind the Curtain" fire): The whole area - double sink, double window, shelving and curtains - went up.
But what went through my mind wasn't, "call the Fire Dept before the whole house goes up"; it was "Shoot, my parents are going to kill me".
Thankfully somehow it fizzled out but the nylon curtains were melted like sticks and there was fire damage to the wood and ceiling. That was the first and last time I ever deep fried anything.
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Speaking of that corded phone, I used to sit at or on the kitchen table talking to my friends on it. One day while sitting there, I had a key in my hand and, without really thinking, stuck it in the electrical outlet next to the table. That hurt.
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Thought I was done but thought of another that happened just recently.
DD14 made herself a fried egg sandwich one morning. I was happy she'd cleaned up her mess and washed the pan, etc, didn't notice anything else out of place. We went out for several hours, and when we came back I saw the gas burner to the stove had been left on all day. She saw it and started to cry, she felt badly and is afraid of fire. Hopefully lesson learned. (My mother once went away for the weekend and came home to find her electric dryer had been on the whole time, clothes in tatters but thankfully no fire.)