For strange and somewhat amusing reasons, our oven is currently out of commission, and most likely will be in such a condition until next week as the campus maintenance men are gone for the weekend. It all started last week . . . for some reason or another, the timer was set for a random time on the ancient, possibly first-ever-constructed Kevinator mini-stove we have in our apartment. Upon reaching the set time, the timer went off. And off. And off. Or was it on? Well, off or on, the timer was buzzing and there was no way we could figure out how to turn it off. If you've never heard an oven timer on an ancient stove before, you should know that it has to be one of the most annoying noises ever created, especially when you know there is no good way to shut it off. So, off Mike ran to grab a pair of plyers, and, after pulling off all the dials on the front of the stove with no success in cancelling the noise, the whole center timer portion of the stove somehow became completely dislodged from its casing in the stove. So here we were, wires and innards of the stove hanging out on the stove top, and the buzzing continued. After random and frantic pulling of wires, the noise finally stopped. Oh, well, we thought, we didn't need that timer anyways. And we thought the story was done.
But lo it was not! Before he picked me up from work, Mike had made pizza dough so we could enjoy our wonderful and perfectly perfected pizza for supper. Having enjoyed proper stove functioning for a week or so, we expected nothing unexpected - it would be a simple matter of turning on the oven and letting it heat up, and then soon we would enjoy our pizza. But NO!! That was not to be. It was discovered that the evil buzzer, somehow and for some strange reason, had decided to associate itself not with the timer but with the temperature control knob on the oven; perhaps our oven is possessed but now it wanted to buzz when the oven is on. And that simply is not a good idea, if we would like to remain sane. And sane is good most of the time. Once more, it seemed an attack on the oven and its wires was warranted - out came the plyers again. This time, sparks were flying and buzzes went on and off, then sparks, then buzzes, then . . . . silence. And the discovery that the fuse popped, for some reason. All this excitement has made me very hungry.
Thank you Karen for letting us use your oven :)
2 comments:
Perhaps to defend myself, or clarify, my recollection of the events here examined is quite different. I remember approaching the situation with tact and understanding of the inner workings of our oven. The problem wasn't me; the problem was that the oven couldn't live up to my expectations, and so it blew a fuse when I shorted a couple of wires...
Perhaps so. But it could also be said that a truly wise and understanding electrician would understand and take into consideration the shortcomings of a deficient oven, who is truly at the mercy of the one pulling wires out of its belly.
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