(This didn't happen to me, just to someone else... I think.)

My wife was handing out the long sticks for the marshmallows since the coals had burned down a little. All of a sudden, fire trucks came speeding down our road.

We all looked down a street, and saw a man and his family standing in front of a burning house. He gave us a menacing glare, then we realized we were still holding the sticks.