The Kind Of Stupid Moment You Wish You Could Have Videoed
(It’s the early ‘90s, and a lot of “portable” technology is still pretty expensive. My parents and I have just gotten back from visiting my grandparents’ house in Florida. It was a long, three-day drive, and upon arriving home late that night we’re all very tired and hungry.)
Mom: “I’m thinking of putting on a frozen pizza. How does that sound?”
Dad: “Excellent. We’ll unload the car while you pre-heat the oven.”
(A couple of minutes later, the oven has started to heat up, yet something seems off.)
Me: “Mom? Dad? Something smells really funny in the kitchen.”
Mom: “It almost smells like burning rubber or something.” *sudden gasp of realization* “[Neighbor]’s camcorder!”
Me: “What?!”
(Sure enough, Mom and Dad turn the oven off and open the door to find the melted remains of what was once a very expensive, new recording device.)
All: “…”
Mom: “Oh, NO…”
Me: “Why was [Neighbor]’s new portable video recorder in the oven?!”
Mom: “We borrowed it for [Event] and didn’t get a chance to return it before they left on their vacation.”
Me: “But why the oven?!”
Dad: “I thought it would be safe there! No one would look for a VCR machine in an oven!”
Mom: “Well, we’ve certainly proven that part right.”
(My parents bought him an entirely new machine; thankfully, he found the whole story hilarious. We also learned an important lesson: always check your ovens before turning up the heat!)
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