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Dec. 13th, 2008
I want to stress that I did not set the oven on fire--it burst into flames all by itself. Spontaneously.
It was over too quickly for any sort of heroic action. All I did was watch, astounded, as gouts of sparks and flame shot more than halfway across the kitchen.
Then it burned out.
After it was (evidently) done spouting flames, I shut off the breaker to the oven.
It didn't look like there was an actual fire--just a bit of smoke--so I felt around in the surrounding cabinets to make sure, but called the police/fire department's non-emergency line, and my landlady.
The Fire Department showed up with a ladder truck anyway, and there were about six firefighters in full turnout gear in my kitchen. One of them had an axe. It brought back memories of being inside a burning building [1], which is kind of scary even with all the gear and a fire hose.
This is more excitement than I really need. I am glad that I'm going away for a week starting tomorrow, because now I don't have an oven.
THE FIRE ALARM DIDN"T EVEN GO OFF, THE TRAITOROUS LITTLE BASTARD. But it was over quickly, and there wasn't a lot of smoke, but what there was reeked of burnt insulation. Electrical fires smell terrible.
[1] Another Navy memory. What an interesting old lady I plan to be.
It was over too quickly for any sort of heroic action. All I did was watch, astounded, as gouts of sparks and flame shot more than halfway across the kitchen.
Then it burned out.
After it was (evidently) done spouting flames, I shut off the breaker to the oven.
It didn't look like there was an actual fire--just a bit of smoke--so I felt around in the surrounding cabinets to make sure, but called the police/fire department's non-emergency line, and my landlady.
The Fire Department showed up with a ladder truck anyway, and there were about six firefighters in full turnout gear in my kitchen. One of them had an axe. It brought back memories of being inside a burning building [1], which is kind of scary even with all the gear and a fire hose.
This is more excitement than I really need. I am glad that I'm going away for a week starting tomorrow, because now I don't have an oven.
THE FIRE ALARM DIDN"T EVEN GO OFF, THE TRAITOROUS LITTLE BASTARD. But it was over quickly, and there wasn't a lot of smoke, but what there was reeked of burnt insulation. Electrical fires smell terrible.
[1] Another Navy memory. What an interesting old lady I plan to be.
