Well there I was all dolled up and no where to go. But I had been out and I was feeling frisky so I decided to cook a nice meal and have a candle light dinner for one (yes pathetic  ).

So I had a nice soak and decided to put on some nice stuff.
I had a small roast of beef so I covered it with dijon mustard and pepper. Nuked some potatoes and pumpkin and started to roast the lot in my microwave/convection oven. I have had the thing for at least 15 yrs but it has been reliable. Setting of 220C for 45 mins - gave a perfect roast dinner.

So I sat down having a glass of wine, watching TV and then BANG. Flames pouring out of the microwave/convection oven. Yikes! I grabbed the fire extinguisher and put the thing out no problems; smoke alarm was screaming, next door neighbour banging on the front door. Let him in, stunned look, he didn't know me . So I rang the fire brigade, because in the land of Aus we need fire brigade attendence to put through an insurance claim in case of fire.

Big Red engine comes screaming down the road. Every person in the street in now outside and watching.

Male neighbour has now left without really saying anything .

Fire men come in, all big in all the protective clothes, they end up taking the microwave into the back garden and foaming it. Roast beef does not look good at this point in time . I sit with the 'captain (?)' and start filling out the paper work. Since I do not have a legal name change it is all in my male name. It is also pretty bloody obvious with my voice that they all know I'm a "guy in a a dress" or rather a skirt, very cute ankle boots and a pretty top.

I offer tea or beer but no one wants any (just courtesy from me). The forms are filled, I'm still trembling and feeling a bit sick. They leave and say get a new oven, the old one is dead and gone.

So I decided to heat up a frozen pizza, whoops no oven. A sandwich sounds a good idea.

I go to bed feeling terrible.

Sunday morning I wake up to a knock on the door. I'm wigless and in my nightie so I just pull me dressing gown around me and go and answer. Forgetting of course I still have the same hoop earings and that my toes are polished, as usual BTW.

It's the fire captain or Leut or whatever, along with the fire engine and the crew.

"Just checking that you are OK, we had a whip round and bought these flowers for you." ->-bleeped-<- I cried.

Cindy

Quote from: CindyJames on March 21, 2010, 03:59:07 AM
It's the fire captain or Leut or whatever, along with the fire engine and the crew.

"Just checking that you are OK, we had a whip round and bought these flowers for you." ->-bleeped-<- I cried.

Jeez, what a sweetheart. A whole crew of them. Who'd-a thunk it?

(Sorry about the oven and the dinner, though.)

And all so cute

I've been have cold showers all day


Cindy; This is rude Is giving a whole fire troop a ->-bleeped-<- a snorkel? Sorry time for another shower. God he almost carried me to bed I'm off to bed with sweet dreams. I reckon you could be a good fireman Arch. Damn another shower.

Hugs
Damsel in distress - and LOVING it

CINDY

Cindy

Oh My God! What an incredible story with such a happy ending! That was SO sweet of the captain! wow!

Really.  That's a huge bonus.  When my microwave went out all it did was stop working.  Nothing dramatic.  And all I got from it was to carry it out to the trash and give my GF money to buy a new one (that of course I would not be allowed to pick out).

Quote from: Valeriedances on March 21, 2010, 08:43:32 AM
Wow, wow...

Who would have thought that old microwave could bring you flowers someday? We'll have to re-examine every appliance we have so we can get more knocks on the door.

Checking appliances now ..........  Darn all newer.    Maybe if I call 911, because I couldn't breath.  No, false 911 call illegal. 

My ex melted one once.    Different story.

Sorry about the roast.  Sounded like it would have been good.  And never answer the door with out a wig.  Or at least a hat. 

>.>
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Geez Cindy, it started out with an OMG! then ended so sweetly.

When you said microwave/convection oven that was 15 years old I was reminded of a similar experience I had with the much the same.  The only difference was as soon as I turned on the micro, I saw the thing spark then catch fire.  So I stopped it immediately and put the flame out.

There was a piece on the top inside of the oven that was made of a cardboard like material.  The side facing the oven was white, the other side was covered in a foil.  Apparently a crack had developed and the foil was exposed and that's where it caught fire.  I cut that part out and it worked but I was too worried it would happen again so I replaced it.

Aw, how sweet they got you flowers!

My old microwave used to shoot out lightning inside itself really loud inside, which was really scary! Good thing we got a new one

Once things settel down you can make up a big batch of cookies and run them down to the fire house

That's so adorable. Endings like this should be mandatory for those kinds of days.

My microwave no longer does fifty percent power (or anything but one hundred percent, argh). Ya think I could get a wilted daisy? (It's not the flower I care about...)

Thanks everyone  

I loved the video Flan, and cooking cookies Mmmmmmmmmmmmm mm.
Sorry Arch, I'm not sure they were your type, big, strong, muscular, firm, kind, attractive, hunky.
  ,:laugh:

Yes janet I'm doing an audit of all me electrical gear. Maybe if I burn one a week??

The guy next door looked at me really odd this morning, didn't say anything


Thanks and Hugs
Cindy

How unexpected. Sounds like you had fun.

Hi Cindy

Sorry to hear about your microwave oven.  When you go down to the station with that batch of cookies, you must get his mobile (cell) number.  You forgot to get it the first and second time when he arrived at your humble abode.  (Shame on you forgetting to get a phone number from a man in uniform)

Replacing a meat roast $20
Replacing a microwave oven $200
Forgetting to get a phone number from a man in uniform Priceless

Kind regards
Sarah B

Quote from: Sarah B on March 22, 2010, 03:48:14 AM
Hi Cindy

Sorry to hear about your microwave oven.  When you go down to the station with that batch of cookies, you must get his mobile (cell) number.  You forgot to get it the first and second time when he arrived at your humble abode.  (Shame on you forgetting to get a phone number from a man in uniform)

Replacing a meat roast $20
Replacing a microwave oven $200
Forgetting to get a phone number from a man in uniform Priceless

Kind regards
Sarah B

Oh! I thought his number was 911 I'll call again and see if he's there
Mmm I've been feeling like going blonde

Cindy

Hi Cindy

I thought it was 555 911 000

Kind regards
Sarah B

I think they might call that an explosive way to come out!

I'm so glad to hear you are ok though.

Lucky you weren't in the UK or it would have been headlines in the News of The World or some such other toe-rag tabloid. I can see it now...

"Emminent Scientist in explosive microwave gender swap mystery" LOL

Almost as good as when they got me back in the early 80's

Mine was: "Sex Swap Preacher Says She Wants Baby!"  (I was a lay preacher back then - which at the time was as near as they could get to a sex change bishop!)

Accompanied by a very fetching B&W photo of me shaking hands with our vicar at the time. Ah well at least they got my gender right which is more than most people got at the time...

All part of the fun!

Hi Rejennyrated

Quote from: rejennyrated on March 22, 2010, 04:21:32 AM
I think they might call that an explosive way to come out!

LMAO

Kind regards
Sarah B

WoW

I could have been in NoW . Actually I'm suprised that that toilet paper is still printed.
Hasn't it been sued into extinction

I'm not sure and don't want to find out but the rules of libel here are stricter than than in the UK. Malicious revelation can be sued. May not help me but to totally honest I couldn't really give a damn. Sounds a good way to come out. Even generate some public sympathy


Sorry Sarah I didn't get the 555 911 000? Must be my blonde gene


Hugs
Cindy