I remember there was a fire in my dorm room in college. I lived in a co-ed dorm, guys in one wing, girls in the other. My (single) room was directly across from the ladies' room.
One evening I plugged in my electric rollers and went across the hall to the shower. I was in the shower, and someone yelled in, "Lexie, did you leave a cigarette burning in your room?" I had my hair full of suds, and I yelled back, "No, why?" They yelled, "Because there's a lot of SMOKE coming out of your room!"
I threw a towel around me and ran out with my sudsy head, opened the door, and my paper-covered desktop was in FLAMES. Sparks were shooting out of the outlet where the rollers were plugged in.
So, I did the sensible thing, right? I ripped off that wet towel and threw it on the flames, which put the fire right out.
Except I now had a (co-ed) crowd at my open door.
Somebody yelled, "Put some CLOTHES on!"
Um, yeah.