Fry Daddy!
Part two of my phobia against frying came in college. I worked at the University cable TV station. Tuesday night was "hospital night" where we showed a variety of programs glorifying the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics (billed as either "Iowa's Tertiary Healthcare Center!", or "The largest teaching hospital in the free world!" I assume that last slogan has changed since the collapse of the Soviet Union. It remains one huge, and very excellent, hospital though)
Anyway, one of the regular features was about some unfortunate toddler from Storm Lake who pulled a fully-loaded fry daddy onto herself by the cord and had suffered horrendous burns. She was transported by helicopter to Iowa City and presumably made a full recovery, but that was little consolation to me as I petulantly rubbed my hot-oil scar.
I know this has very little to do with the whole Corning cook top, but the whole Fry Daddy reference opened up a whole new can of worms ;-)