Last night, about halfway through my shower, my mom knocked on the bathroom door and told me that I needed to get out immedeately because she had started a fire in the kitchen. I panicked, jumped out of the shower, put on sweatpants (backwards) and a shirt (inside out) and ran out of the house. About 10 minutes later the fire department arrived and went in to deal with the fire (which was actually contained in the oven). After 5 minutes they came out and said that they couldn't put the fire out and they needed to access the circuit box so they could cut power to the oven. About this time, the police chief, a town cop, and a state trooper rolled up. This caused serious concern for me because my car (the subject of a fair few articles in the police blotter) was sitting in the driveway. After about 20 fearful minutes, the fireman extinguished the fire and the cops left. When we went back inside, the entire kitchen was covered in a layer of dust from the fire extinguisher and the house smelled like smoke. Luckily nobody was hurt and nothing other than the oven was damaged.