Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this actually happened in 2010.

i was living with my grandma at the time who was going through 2nd stage dementia. our extended family didn’t believe she was going through this which is why i was living there to keep tabs on her. i had already been living with her three years prior but she was stubborn and not really accepting my help so i had to be subtle or else i’d be yelled at.

it was spring and i had come downstairs to grab an apple when i see my grandma filling up a pot of water for the humming bird food she makes every spring.

i say hello to her; apple in hand and walk back upstairs to my room.

“it’s alright. she’s got this.” i said to myself.

an hour goes by and i start to smell something funny coming from outside my room. i peak over the landing and all i can see is a red glowing dot in the middle of the kitchen. it was the pot grandma had been boiling the water in. the water had boiled away and now the pot was just sitting there on a hot element on the stovetop. grandma is nowhere in sight.

this is where the fuck up happens.

i run downstairs and grab the pot’s (somehow not melted) plastic handles with a kitchen towel and start to lift it so i can get it to the stainless steel sink behind me. as soon as i start to lift the son of a bitch i feel a shift in weight. it’s already too late.

i see the bottom of the pot start to separate and molten aluminum starts to pour out. i panic and start to move it to the sink. in doing so, i forget that the bottom of it is dripping with molten metal which spills all over the stovetop, burns the countertop, misses my bare feet and starts burning the rug and linoleum underneath it. toxic plastic smoke is everywhere. i drop the mess into the sink and turn around to go for the bottom of the pot.

at this point i look down and see what i’ve just done which is where the second fuck up happens.

i grab a glass that was sitting on the counter next to the sink, fill it with water and start throwing it on the aluminum. *fwosh!* the molten metal explodes, sending pieces flying as far as the dining area. more smoke and steam fills the house. i’m coughing and can barely see. my eyes are stinging because of the smoke and at this point i struggle to get to the front door and upper windows open.

after ten minutes; the smoke is gone and the aluminum is cool enough that i can start prying it off the stovetop, countertop and floor. i spend five minutes getting every bit of the mess using an ice pick and a pair of plyers.

i call my dad to let him to know what has happened and started taking pictures.

later my grandma walks in and sees what had happened. after talking to her about what happened, it turns out that she went to her room for a nap after turning on the stove. to my surprise she wasn’t pissed at me but rather relieved that nothing worse happened.

after showing our extended family what had happened, they agreed that it’s finally time for her to move to an assisted living which she admitted that her house was just too much house for her.

the irony is that i had remembered seeing a psa on pbs (i think it was america’s test kitchen) warning owners of farberware cookware sets of this exact problem weeks before.

 

also. [here are the pictures of the disaster.](http://imgur.com/a/mtji3)

TIFU by moving a red hot Farberware pot and almost losing a few of my toes.