Today I went shopping at one of those chain thrift stores. Wondering what I'd find. Went back to the small appliances department, filled with the usual crap when my eyes fell upon a vision. There on the top shelf, in gleaming chrome was a vintage broiler/rotisserie oven. And not just any oven, but a 1954 Black Angus King Size oven. It was impossibly shiny, I looked inside, the manual and cookbook were still there, along with all the wrapped accessories. Can't be, this thing is brand NEW, the power cord still wrapped up as it came from the factory. $29.99, my jaw dropped. Yes, the Caloric has a rotisserie as well, but well this was SPECIAL. I was giddy.
So I placed it on top of the cart. It was far too big to fit in the cart. So as I slowly wheeled towards check out, the front left wheel hits something and locks. Then I saw, in utter horror, as the oven slid off the cart, and crashed onto the floor. The glass door shattering into thousands of pieces. The control panel crushed, the sides bent inwards. Time had stopped. It had survived for over 60 years just for me to destroy it.
I was so upset, so heartbroken I had to leave the store. My poor husband, God bless him, did his best to console me. "We'll find another one, you'll see." Maybe, but new?
Feeling better, I know this sounds silly and all, but you should had seen it, that perfect mirror finish, those pastel colored push buttons. Sigh.
This is NOT the actual oven, images pulled from the net.
