So my oven died a couple of weeks ago. I was heating up a croissant and then there was smoke. And I hadn’t forgot to put the timer on. And I couldn’t turn the oven off. I turn off the circuit breaker and an hour later I turned it on again. The oven turned itself on about 10 minutes later. It was all very exciting.

Oven is 30 years old so I need to replace it. Found one I liked and bought it. The people doing the install have to measure and scope the job before they can install because they’ll have to widen the opening. 

The guy doing the measuring called me to set-up the appointment. He said he was open on Friday. I said great, I’m free except for this certain time. He said he’d call later.

He didn’t so I did. And I asked “When will you be there on Friday?”

“Friday.”

“Um, afternoon? morning?”

“Friday.”

Hmmmm, this is gonna be fun.