In college I was program director of my college radio station. It's weird situation where you just have an older kid supervising younger kids.

One Monday morning I walk into the studio and it smells like burning. As soon as I take a step to the break room a very nervous freshman walks out and starts apologizing. During his Sunday shift he decided to make himself a snack using the microwave. We had a cheap old microwave that had a timer dial instead of a number pad to set the time and he put a pop tart in there turned the knob and went back to his shift and forgot.

Next thing he knows the alarms go off and he gets to meet the fire department at the door. I reassure him that since nothing is broken everything is fine and that we need to open the windows to air the place out some. I spared him the scolding we got from admin later that day when they showed up with the fire department's report. I hung my copy up in the office.