Really. They are. Especially for me. Let's go through all the possible dangers... Ovens, heavy pans, sharp knives, hot oil, and clueless morons. It's not that I'm clumsy, which I am. Just not that clumsy...
A couple weeks ago, I was out in the garage, pouring myself a glass of milk.
Then I heard my sister screaming "THERE'S A FIRE!!"
Being the kind, compassionate (almost) human being I am, I ran back inside. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, and I still had the glass of milk in my hand.
I ran to the oven, grabbing two oven mitts. The bread I had been toasting in the oven was black. Smoke was pouring out from it. Whoops....
Grabbed the pan, ran it outside. Dumped the bread off the deck into the pond. Food for the mosquito larvae, I guess.
Smoke was still floating about the kitchen. My sister and I threw open all the windows; the fire alarms went off anyways.
My mom came running up the stairs, phone still in her hand. She had been talking to my coach.
Her: "And what's going on here?"
You have no idea how hard it was to explain.
Kitchen fire? Narrowly averted.
Kitchens are dangerous places.
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