Argh, the fucking cleaning lady...
Well, I don't use the oven that much being a single guy and all. But I was just about to heat up some lasagna that my mother made for Thanksgiving (I am alergic to turkey). I preheated the oven and then went online to finish up some paperwork. Within minutes, the whole house is filled with smoke and a smell of burning plastic. What the fuck?!?!
I open up the oven and there is this strange melted brown substance on the botton. It looks like melted icecream. And I am kind of freaked. I thought I miht have broiled a mouse! Then I looked up at the top rack of the oven. The cleaning lady put my arepa grill in there as storage and the handle melted. Fuck.
I know people store pots and pans in the oven, but I never do. And there is my arepa grill in the oven, now it's useless. And the house reeks of plastic and I can't heat up the lasagna.
Why would she put that in the oven? What if I wanted to heat up arepa and couldn't find the grill? Man, I love the cleaning lady...but this kind of pissed me off.
Fuck.
Gavy