OK , here is the "family funny story" about me.
Years ago during a hot spell, I made some lemonade. I didn't have a container, so I rinsed out a soda bottle, 2 liter, and put it in there. For whatever reason, the bottle ended up on the floor next to the fridge cuz that is where we kept empties.
A ladys car broke down and I let her in to use the phone, next to the fridge. Well no sooner had she left, when there was a huge explosion! The kids were outside and they thought I shot my father! Now, why they would think that, I don't know.

I loved my dad!

But it was just like a gun going off. My dad ran in and none of us could tell where it came from. The lady must have thought we shot at her! Oh my gosh, we laugh at this all the time now.

I kid them at the notion that I shot dad. We didn't even own a gun! Dad got such a kick out of it too.
It took a while before we found out what it was. Checked the furnace, nothing. It turned out the lemonade had furmented and had exploded. Nothing left but a bottle cap!
Thank goodness it didn't explode with the strange woman next to it on the phone. We could have been is a heap of trouble!

My family has been instructed to tell this at my funeral!