When good appliances, turn bad.
Hi, I’m Sherrif John Burnell (rtd 30yrs), and today, YOU’LL learn, JUST how dangerous [pause], kitchen appliances can be – You’ll watch in horror, as shards of glass fly recklessly through the air, and barrel roll into shoes, containers and actual human beings, narrowly missing a school, filled with children, and see this brave cop take one in the finger for his partner.
On a dark evening in London, United Kingdom, Europe, in the sleepy suburb of Essex, two INNOCENT individuals carry out their business, unaware of a smoking kitchen appliance… smoking away in.. the kitchen.. Suddenly one of them spots smoke bellowing from the top of the cooker, and calls her partner to respond.
LEAPING into action – narrowly avoiding skidding out by applying his FlipFlop high speed manoeuvre training – Officer Paul arrives at the scene. Using his skills of sight, notices that the oven door had slipped down slightly, and the seal must have broken. Agreeing with partnerLaura, they BOTH decide to turn off the POWER, to prevent further incident, and also because the dinner was cooked and would get cold.
Ok, enough of that, I haven’t got the energy today, and if you don’t watch the american reality cop stuff on TV, that was wasted on you!
Basically, I went back to the oven after eating dinner to see what happened and why it had been smoking, Laura was next to me, interested in finding out why too, and as I opened the door, the door just exploded in my face! seriously exploded, glass went in every direction, Laura was doing that scream you see on B-Movies, as the girl in the shower is confronted with a bloke and a knife (poor love) I was wearing flip flops so the glass fired straight into my feet, I was left doing “scooby-doo” legs (lol) holding just an oven door handle (with oven glove STILL draped of it [LMAO]) trying to stand up and not do a face plant into the glass – Laura’s still screaming.
After the initial shock (I’m not easily shocked), and checked that Laura’s ok (as i really thought she was horrifically injured based on the NOISE coming from her) and after i’d flicked out the glass from legs, arms etc we realised that I was dripping. They weren’t bad, as I had “bad” a few times, but still, I was dropping red stuff on the floor. I had to look into my finger which was abit grim when it’s your own, and pulled glass out, then flushed it under water, wrapped up tight, plasters on, job done.
Apparently, oven do explode… After Laura’s sister stopped laughing, she Googled around for a bit, and found its not as uncommon as you might think.
The moral of the story is, don’t “just live with” the crappy oven you inherited with the house, go and buy a decent one!
I’m now engaged in finding a new oven, any reccomendations? Makes/Models? Have you ever had something like this happen?
