I have never ranted here before, but this morning I find myself unable to hold my tongue.

Here is a quick background:

I had the ugliest gold--though gold is a too nice of a description for the true color--more like breast-fed-baby-poop colored oven. I'm sure you can only find this particular appliance now in an antique store or possibly from some deranged seller on Ebay. It came with the house when we bought it 15-years-ago and had perfectly matched the refrigerator that thankfully kicked the bucket a while back.

My husband constantly reminds me "we paid good money!" for this stuff. Whatever...

Anyway, four or more months ago one of the coils on the oven burst into flames. Not good. I have been living with an oven that burns the food items on top, but doesn't cook the inside. Really not good.

The past three weeks I have been burning meals that have been placed on the burners. I didn't understand. No, seriously! I hadn't a clue why thick billowing clouds of smoke suddenly appeared. I admit there have been a few occasions over the years that I have slightly scorched items, but this was different. The burners were set on low and then--poof--beet red burner--burning food--smoke alarm! Something was obviously not right.

I was the dutiful wife. I checked the Consumer's Report. I got the 3 different price quotes. I visited the stores. I picked out "the one".

My husband and I went to Sears (our date night) and ordered the range! It was to be in on Tuesday.

My husband picked it up yesterday and brought it home last night. It was a family affair! We painfully (Ouch that's my hand! Ouch that's my foot! OUCH!) tried to get the box from point A--the vehicle--to point B--the house.

After several failed attempts to make it through the doorway my husband measured the box and the door. OOPS.

For your future reference, if a box is bigger than the door it will not go through no matter how hard you push. 

We took off the doors and finally got the box inside. Our family was giddy with anticipation! We oohed and ahhed at the shiny exterior. The kids called out their requests for Mommy to immediately start baking. I daydreamed about the perfect meals that I could now make and how my family would fall to the ground, kissing my feet, filled with overwhelming gratitude, appreciation and love...

It was time to plug in the new addition to our household.

Ahem, I said it was time to PLUG IN the new stove...

My husband says, "there is no plug."

"What?"

"There is no plug!"

"What do you mean there is not a plug. Surely, they wouldn't give you an oven that didn't come with a plug. And if it didn't, why wouldn't they inform you of that handy little tidbit of information when you were purchasing it?"

We searched every inch of the box and the appliance itself. NO PLUG.

I flipped through the owner's manual and caught the words Power Supply Cord Kit...

Obviously, the kit was not included.

How crazy is this! Why in the world would someone sell you an appliance without the cord? And even if they chose to do this (though in my opinion this is S-T-U-P-I-D!) why wouldn't it state in BIG--BOLD-- LETTERS--POWER SUPPLY CORD KIT NOT INCLUDED--THIS MEANS YOU CAN NOT USE YOUR NEW EXPENSIVE PURCHASE!

Have you ever heard of this? Or maybe I am just so out of touch with the world and everyone but me knows this is standard practice?

Okay, enough of my rant.

Now onto your regularly scheduled programming...:)

Tags: rant, funny, new oven

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