So our local Dominos is doing a 'any pizza for £10' offer atm, so me and Jo thought we'd treat ourselves. She rang me just as she was leaving work so I could order a pizza to share and it would be here for when she got home.
It arrived slightly earlier than my guesstimation, so to keep it warm I popped the oven on very low and put the whole box in the oven just as I've done loads of times before. I then went off to play with the cats, knowing that the pizza was in good hands. It wasn't until I smelt the smell of burning that I thought something wasn't quite right...
I'd rearranged the oven shelves recently and put one too low, so I walked into the kitchen to find the back of the pizza box on fire. Proper flames-style fire. Oops. I yanked the whole box out of the oven in an attempt to save dinner, and started to blow on the arse end of the box to get the flames out. It was like one of those never-ending candles that don't ever go out, so I moved onto the next option: Douse with water. I'd just finished the washing up so had a full bowl of soapy water right next to me, so quickly turned and dipped the corner of the box into the water, and could only cry as I watched the ENTIRE ****ing PIZZA drop straight into the water, via the hole in the side of the box where the fire had burnt away the cardboard.
I stopped. I cried. I lolled. I cried a little more. 20 secs later Jo walks through the door, just as I'm on the phone ordering another pizza. FML.