Cooked Alive!
Friday, January 19th, 2007I gave an audible sniff as I walked into the apartment the other night and immediately asked my roommate what he burned. He told me “Nothing, it was just right” as I walked into the kitchen and saw the tray with a few left over french fries still on the stove. I nodded dismissively and gave a sarcastic “sure.” I don’t think he’s ever heated up those frozen french fries without burning them, and he makes a lot of french fries.
Later that night, after he’s gone to bed, I notice the smoke alarm has been taken down. With his track record, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn he thinks that’s a normal step in cooking anything, but more likely it just confirmed what I really never doubted.
Two hours of Tivo’d 24 later, as I’m heading for bed, I walk through the kitchen once more and notice the oven has been on the entire night! Four-hundred-fifty degrees, just waiting for me to let my guard down and go to sleep! The fries were obviously just an excuse to take the smoke alarm down; he’s trying to burn the apartment down while we sleep.
Like I really needed another reason to look for a new apartment.