Man on Fire

An uncontrollable fit of laughter came just recently in quarantine. I came upstairs one night to find my dad's hair smoking. Apparently, my dad was getting ready to cook dinner, and he had put quite a bit of oil in a pan. He got a phone call, went outside, and left the oil on the pan for too long. By the time my dad got off the phone and came inside, there was a big grease fire in the pan. My dad ran over to the pan, picked it up, and started running around the house not knowing what to do. He knew he couldn't put it out with water because water would just make the grease fire bigger. Eventually, my dad decided to go outside with the pan.
As soon as he opened up the door to go outside, a gust of wind blew the grease fire right into his face and hair. My dads hair on his forehead and even a some of his eyebrows were torched. He drooped the pan outside, and started yelling which is when I came upstairs. I found him with his hair smoking and a panicked look on his face. Needless to say, it was hilarious to me after I realized what had happened. We got something to smother the fire outside, but we couldn't get that very distinct smell of burnt hair out of the house.
All in all, my sister and my mom also got a kick out of it when they found out, and we had a good laugh again. I think I was mostly laughing at my dads pain, but I was also laughing at what a ridiculous stream of events had occurred. My dad hasn't been cooking the last couple of nights which is understandable. I've had no problem because I've eaten out more, but it'll be interesting to see my dad's next bout with the frying pan.