A couple of weeks ago, the Appliance Guy checked out the burners on our electric stove. We were down to only one working burner. I actually watched the third burner spit up flames as it died. Both the Mama and I were worried that we'd have to get a new stove. All for naught. The Appliance Guy told us that all we needed were burners and immediately called in an order for us.
Since the Appliance Guy was there, I asked him if it was possible to calibrate the oven. "It's not working?" he asked, opening the oven door.
"Sometimes my dishes come out dry or undercooked, even though I follow the time and temperature on the recipes," I said, watching him take out the oven racks, turn them around, and insert them back.
"Were they in backwards?" I asked.
The Appliance Guy stood up. "The door wasn't closing properly because of the racks."
"The stove is also old," the Appliance Guy said, which he most likely added to cover for my ditziness.
"Over 25 years," said the Husband. Chiming in, I like to think, to also make me feel less scatterbrained.
"So, all this time I had the racks in upside down and backwards. I can never remember which way they go in," I said, thinking about the time I couldn't figure why my boots hurt until a friend said, "Sue, you've got your boots on wrong."
The Appliance Guy said, "Just remember that the hooked ends go in first with the hooks down."
I nodded. "I thought they had to be in the front to catch the pans in case they slip out."
"I never thought of that," he said, smiling.
After the Appliance Guy left, the Husband started washing the breakfast dishes. He was bent over the sink laughing like crazy.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You thought the racks would keep the pans from slipping," the Husband said. "If they slipped out it's because the floor is uneven."
What could I do but laugh with the Husband. Loudly and long.
I hope the Appliance Guy had a good laugh, too.