18 December 2009

Chicken Little

Unless my eyes deceive me, this helpful indoor BBQ was offered in electric and—whoa!—charcoal models. Perhaps that explains the prominence of the intercom system [on the wall to the left of the fruit bowl]; it's easy to buzz in the ambulance crew when they arrive to treat guests suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Homeowner—Looks like that bird is cooked.

2 comments:

  1. And a pink countertop. I'm not convinced that a BBQ would be any more dangerous than a fireplace burning wood, provided the fan was on. Maybe so. You certainly would not want to use gasoline as starter fuel.

    We moved to a new house in 1964 and had a bronze colored intercom that was otherwise identical to this one. We could play AM or FM radio through tinny speakers throughout the house. But, because the sound was irritating, and no one wanted to be listened in on, most of us turned our speakers off. It took no time at all to figure out that it was much easier just to yell when you wanted someone. It's not as if we had a switchboard operator. If we wanted someone, we had to walk to the other side of the house, past all the rooms, to hail them on the main console. No one in that pre-wireless, pre-computer era stopped to think about room to room. Today, people use cell phones to ask each other questions, like, "What kind of chicken should I order?"

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  2. How right you are, evanjones. We may have superior communication technology, but sadly, that doesn't come with superior communication skills.

    Like a bucket of Extra Crispy comes with vats of slaw and mashed potatoes.

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