Dinner 911

09.17.2009Interesting things tend to happen when you live in an apartment with friends. And by interesting, I mean hilarious and unexpected, especially when partaking in normal, everyday activities such as cooking dinner. My life is no exception to this rule, as I am about to illustrate by describing the event of cooking with my roommates this evening.

My roommates and I decided that we would all eat dinner together tonight. Lauren had a box dinner that she said would be perfect because all we had to do was pop it in the oven for a while and, voila, dinner. It was a pasta dish of sorts with Alfredo sauce and chicken. When I got back from my Flyer TV meeting at 5 p.m. it was already in the oven and I was glad because I was super hungry. I went to check my e-mail and a few minutes later, when it was time to take out the pasta, I heard shouts from the kitchen that sounded something like this, ôLauren canÆt open the oven!ö At first I thought maybe it was just stuck since the oven isnÆt exactly brand new. Boy, was I wrong.

I proceeded to the kitchen to try to open the oven door, and low and behold, the little handle that locks the oven was, you guessed it, in the ôlockedö position. Lauren thought it was just there to help keep the door closed, when in reality, itÆs the lock for when the oven is going through the cleaning cycle. My roommate had locked our dinner in the oven. We tried to unlock it, but that would have been too easy. Apparently when you lock the oven it goes into cleaning mode and wonÆt open until the cycle is finished. Uh oh. Well, we turned the oven off so as not to completely char our food and start a fire while we decided our next move. Finally, we resolved that calling maintenance was our best option.

But, as luck would have it, maintenance hours ended about two hours prior to our situation, so we had to call Public Safety and explain to a police officer how we managed to imprison our pasta in the oven. Lauren and I were laughing so hard during this conversation that we were crying, and IÆm sure the guy on the phone was laughing too, although I couldnÆt hear him. He told us heÆd call maintenance for us, and then we waited for probably 20 minutes until Maintenance Mike arrived to save the day.

He promptly disassembled the top of our stove, slid the bar to ôunlockö and rescued our trapped dinner from its heated cage in a less than 10 minutes. Hurrah! The best part about this story, I think, is that we were still able to eat our food and it was absolutely delicious, despite a few overcooked noodles and extremely thick sauce.

So, although this story has a happy ending, I would take the following advice to heart just in case. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, lock your oven.