So…I was a little thirsty, and I decided to go downstairs to get some milk.
I walk into the kitchen, and it seems to be covered in some kind of thick white blanket. Upon further inspection, it seems to be coming from the diswasher…apparently, my brother put the concentrated soap for handwashing dishes into the dishwasher, instead of the detergent he was supposed to.
So, after 20 minutes of cleaning, we finally got the floor cleaned up.
Anyone else have appliance fiascoes to share?
My dishwasher’s top rack comes off all the time, which isn’t so much “zomg gotta clean” as it is freakin’ annoying.
I flooded my kitchen with a giant water balloon, we had one inch of water on the floor but we cleaned it up fast and there was no damage.
That’s the closest for me.
My sister, she blew up our microwave and it caught on fire, but cause she was panicking she through water onto it, luckily that didn’t spark anything seeing how it was still plugged in at the time.
I microwaved one of those chicken pot pies with the Tin foil cup still on it…Boom!!! I had to buy a new Microwave:(
Sometimes, we freeze loaves of bread to save them, when my mom buys a few at once.
Well, back when I was younger, I wanted a sandwich, and all the bread was frozen…I thought to myself "well, I’ll just defrost it in the microwave.
Sadly, I left the twisty tie on…
An then there was the time I tried to microwave the Sonic hamburger while it was still in the aluminum foil…
I have also microwaved an arby’s roastbeef with the wrapper on, I forgot they had foil on it.
When i get my new camcorder in a week or so im gonna get a cheap microwave and chuck in a whole roll of Aluminum Foil and set it for 10-15mins…Ill tape it for you all of course.
We were at McDonald’s for an after-church lunch once with some friends. The friends had a '92 Dodge Caravan and when I went to open the side sliding door for the daughters, the door’s track decided to break at that very moment and the door went sliding off the van and bounced into the parking lot a few feet. I don’t get surprised very often in life but that was like one scene from a Candid Camera moment and left me with my jaw hanging.
Where are you gonna do it at? It can cause an electrical fire inside your walls and short out a lot of stuff. Do it at a friends house. =p
Maybe you just dont know your own strength. 
Do they have battery powered microwaves?
Ive got one of those Motomaster eliminator power generator things…I wouldnt do it in my house…
Don’t try this at home
It was a week before my (first) wedding in November 1969 and the Maid of Honor wanted to cook a turkey for everyone in the wedding party. She had heard that the turkey should be stuffed with rice so she bought a brand that unfortunately has rapid expansion properties. To make matters worse she packed it in so tight there wasn’t room for another grain and then she pounded it down and managed to cram in some more. She placed it in the oven with a casserole dish and we went into the living room to chat. About fifteen minutes later there was an explosion as the door of the oven blew open and the turkey flew across the room like it had been shot from a cannon. It smacked into the far wall, stuck there flattened for about two seconds and then slowly slid to the linoleum floor pierced by thousands of shards of Corning Ware. We sat in stunned silence.
And then sent out for pizza.
Had to pass that one on to my family. Very funny! Thanks for sharing.
today’s appliance fiasco…it was raining hard today, so I figured it would be a good day to do some laundry…the washer drain is a “gray water” drain out into the yard…the rain seems to have backed up the washer drain, so we got a nice puddle in the laundry room. oops.
Woody Allen from The Standup Years (aka Standup Comic):
Typos not mine.
Mechanical Objects
These… I should just add, parenthetically, these stories are true. These things actually happened to me. I don’t make them up. My life is a series of…of…eh…these crises that…that eh… I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom, and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y’know. It was a yellow and green striped jacket, y’know. The little fat moth laying there, groaning, y’know, part of a sleeve hanging out of his mouth. I gave him two plain brown socks. I said “Eat one now and eat one in a half hour.”
Someone asked me if I would tell this…story. A long time ago… It’s a wierd story. 'Twas out in Los Angeles and I was at a party with a very big Hollywood producer, and at that time he wanted to make an elaborate cinemascope musical comedy out of the Dewey Decimal System. And they wanted me to work on it, and I go out to the producers building in downtown Los Angeles,and I walk into his elevator, and there are no people in the elevator, no buttons on the wall or anything. And I hear a voice say “Kindly call out your floors, please.” And I look around, and I’m alone. And I panic, and I read on the wall, that is a new elevator and it works on a sonic principle and it all sound. All I have to do is say what floor I wanna got to, and it takes me there. So I say “Three, please”, and the doors close and the elevator starts going up to three. And on the way up I began to feel very selfconscious, 'cause I talk, I think, with a slight New York accent, and the elevator spoke quite well. I get out of it, and I’m walking down the hall, and I look back, and I thought I heard the elevator make a remark. I turned quickly and the doors closed and the elevator goes down, y’know, and I…didn’t wanna get involved at the time with an…elevator in Hollywood, but - this is the strange part of the story, the other was the normal part - I have never in my life had good relationships with mechanical objects of any sort. Anything that I can’t reason with or kiss or fondle, I get into trouble with. I have a clock that runs counter-clockwise for some reason. My toaster pops up my toast and shakes it, burns it. I hate my shower. I’m taking a shower, and somebody in America uses his water. That’s it for me, y’know, I leap from the tub scolded. I have a tape recorder, I payed a hundred and fifty dollars for, and as I talk into it, it goes “I know, I know.”
About three years ago I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was home one night. I called a meeting with my possessions. I got everything I owned into the living room. My toaster, my clock, my blender. They never been in the living room before. And I spoke to them. I opened with a joke. And then I said “I know what’s going on, and cut it out!” I have a sun lamp, but as I sit under it, it rains on me. And I spoke to each appliance, I was really articulate. Then I put them back, and I felt good. Two nights later I’m watching my portable television set, and the set begins to jump up and down, and I go up to it. And I always talk before I hit, and I said “I thought we had discussed this, what’s the problem?” And the set kept going up and down, so I hit it, and it felt good hitting it, and I beat the hell out of it. I was really great, I tore off the antenna, and I felt very virile. And two days later I go to my dentist in New York. I had gone to my dentist, but I had a deep cavity, and he’d sent me to a chiropodist. I’m going into a building in mid-town New York, and they have those elevators, and I hear a voice say “Kindly call out your floors, please”, and I say “sixteen” and the doors close and the elevator starts going up to sixteen. And on the way up the ellevator says to me “Are you the guy that hit the televison set?” I felt like an ass, y’know, and it took me up and down fast between floors, and it threw me off in the basement. It yelled out something that was anti-semetic.
The upshot of the story is, that day I called my parents, my father was fired. He was technologically unemployed. My father had worked for the same firm for twelve years. They fired him. They replaced him with a tiny gadget, this big, that does everything my father does, only it does it much better. The depressiong thing is, my mother ran out and bought one.
when my dad was doing an apprenticship long before i was born, he was working on the railroads and in the lunch room was a big pie warmer thing. he put a tin of baked beans in there when he came in in the morning and wanted to have them for lunch, fair enough. it was nearly lunch time when the can of baked beans exploded, ripping both doors of the pie warmer off. whoops.
Way back when I was a student, I shared a house with some mates. One evening our water supply was unexpectedly cut off by the water board doing some work. They went round the streets with a loudhailer shouting that the water had been turned off.
We didn’t hear this. Probably because of the four different types of music being played in each of our rooms.
We decide to go out to the out for the night, and one of the guys goes upstairs to wash his hands. He turns the tap on.
“Hmm, that’s odd,” he thinks, “no water. Ah well.”
He comes back downstairs and we all leave for the pub.
Several beers later, we all stagger back to the house. I open the front door and try the lights. Nothing. Lights don’t work. Funny noise too. Like a gushing noise.
Oh, this can’t be a good thing.
Turns out the water has been reconnected. The tap that my friend turned on was left on. Full on.
Water has poured out of the sink, flooded the bathroom, and is now running down into the lounge via the light fixture. It’s a good three inches deep in there by the time we get home. Our playstation is floating forlonely in the water.
We spend the rest of the evening drying everything out and shouting down the phone at the water board.
We decide to take the carpet outside the next day (it’s summertime) to dry it off. So we lay it in the garden, and after about a week it’s nearly dry.
Of course, just as it’s nearly dry, we all decide to go shopping together.
We’re just leaving Tescos when the mother of all monsoons hits.
It’s around this time we remember the carpet in the garden.
“Ah screw it!” we thought, and from that time we left the carpet out in the garden. It was nicer than grass, and we didn’t have to mow it either.
Of course, the landlord wasn’t too pleased about it, but by the time he found out about it, we’d all left.
Shocking student behaviour. 
scratches chin
I think this was around, uh, '93.
Thirteen years ago.
I had a Dragon 32.
Worst computer ever.
Great story!
Great story!
My first office computer was an Apple IIc bought in 1979. We paid $2500 for a piece of software that ran on a single 5.25" floppy disk. My first home “PC” was a Commodore Vic 20, the little brother of the Commodore 64. Someone asked me the other day how many PCs I own now and I had to think. Turns out its six. I can’t stand to have a room without one. Still only have two unis…
i got 2 microwaves for free from garage sales, solely for the purpose of microwaving things of the metallic variety.
anyway, i once tried to make a primitive rocket by tying 5 film canisters together with a rubber band and filling them with vinegar and baking soda, then reapidly capping them and running outside.
30 secs. later, my kitchen was full of vinegar-baking soda mix.
also, my dad once placed a platter of cookies with saran-wrap into the oven to keep them warm. my mom, not knowing this, set the oven to clean, setting fire to the saran-wrap and destroying the cookies.