I was making a fancy dinner for my girlfriend for our one-year anniversary - a nice roast with steamed vegetables, potatoes, and a salad I had carefully arranged to look as nice as possible. She was due to arrive in about five or ten minutes, and I was rushing around trying to get everything set up. Candles, plates, putting away the dishes I had dirtied in the process of cooking, and the roast was sitting in the oven just waiting to trip the thermometer.
Then there was a loud sizzling noise. I didn't notice it at first, but it got louder and was followed by a plume of smoke launching out of the vent on the top of the oven (right under the front burner). I panicked, ran over, yanked the oven open, and realized that somehow the roast pan had cracked or developed a hole and all the fat and juice had poured out directly onto the oven's burner. I remember swearing like a sailor.
Of course, a few seconds later the smoke detector starts blaring, as the smoke is way too much for the sad little fan in my kitchen to suck up. I'm right beside the door, too, so some of the smoke is getting sucked around the door frame into the hall due to the poor insulation.
Then my buzzer goes, and I rush over to pick up the phone and let (presumably) my girlfriend in. It is her, and I jam down the door release for a few seconds, only to drop the phone in surprise as the building fire alarm goes off.
Guess someone saw the smoke coming out of my apartment and pulled it.
Sure enough, swarms of people file out, I stick my roast in a bowl with foil over it, turn off the oven, open the sliding doors to vent air in, and walk out the front and greet my girlfriend, who looks confused as hell.
First thing she asks me - "Did you set the building on fire?"
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