I remember a mishap at our house. It was early in our marriage and we were struggling. That particular Thanskgiving day, things did not go well and we had a spat. Dinner was over and it was time to move the turkey out of the oven to a storage bag. The pan was boiling hot and we could not hold the big bird with our hands. I said, "I've got an idea. I'll hold the bag. You take the pan, tip it up and dump it in the bag. It'll work!" The wife wearing oven mits dutifully dumped the bird into the bag even though she had questioned the whole operation.
The turkey slipped out of the pan and plunked into the bag along with a quart of hot broth. The bag held for 2 seconds and then the bottom melted and dumped the whole mess on the floor! At that point, we could do nothing more than to laught at ourselves for being such idots and then clean up the mess. Since it was my idea, I got the job of swabbing the floor.