Gas
Last night almost earned me Darwin Awards candidacy. I came home to find my apartment stunk of gas. Have I mentioned before how much I loathe that gas stove? All the jets on the burners had gone off, so had the one in the oven. The burners are easy, a lit match and whoosh, but I've never had to light the oven before, and there's no way to shut the gas off that I know of. So, there am I, windows wide letting in the frigid November air, with my head stuck in a gas-filled oven with a lit match.