When I was in Jr High, my mom asked me to put a prepared pan of oven fried chicken into the oven before I left for the evening so dinner would be ready for her and my brother. I preheated the oven, pulled the chicken out of the fridge, put it in the oven, set the timer for an hour and left. I knew it would be ok because my brother would be home in 30 minutes. They came home sat down to eat and my brother committed that the chicken was "crispier" than normal. Then he "peeled" the skin off the top of the chicken breast, only to discover that it was melted plastic! I had forgotten to take the plastic wrap off the dish before inserting it into the oven. I have yet to hear the end of it...