The Oven Whisperer: How My Roommate Kevin Turned Our Apartment Into a Sauna (and Nearly My Eyebrows Into Dust)
Picture this: You trudge home after a long, sweltering day, already dreaming of the sweet relief of air conditioning. You open the door and—WHAM!—it’s like stepping into a blast furnace. Not just “summer in the city” hot, but “surface of the sun” hot, where even the paint seems to sweat. The AC is on (allegedly), but something is seriously wrong.
And then you remember: you live with Kevin.
If you’ve never had a roommate who operates on a completely different wavelength from the rest of humanity, count yourself lucky. I, however, spent a year living with Kevin: a man whose confidence in the face of his own confusion was both awe-inspiring and, frankly, terrifying. The kind of guy who would pet a cactus and then wonder why his hand hurts.
The Day the Kitchen Became Mordor
On this particular day, the source of our apartment’s new microclimate was quickly revealed. The kitchen was glowing—literally. The oven, set to full blast, radiated enough heat to make bread rise on the counter. The door was left slightly ajar “because it makes the room warm.” And, in true Kevin fashion, there was absolutely nothing inside. No pizza, no roast, not even a forgotten baking tray. Just an empty oven channeling the power of a dying star.
Enter Kevin, emerging from his room with all the serenity of a monk and the logic of a malfunctioning robot. “Oh, don’t turn that off,” he says. “I’m preheating it.” For what? “I don’t know yet… Maybe chicken. Ovens take a while to get to the right vibe, so I just keep it warm all day.”
All day. As in, since 11am. It’s 6:30pm. That’s over seven hours of “preheating”—a new world record in unnecessary readiness.
Kevin’s Logic: If It Was Dangerous, Surely the Oven Would Complain
You might think, “Surely there was a moment of clarity, a teachable moment?” You’d be wrong. When I gently (read: desperately) explained that running an oven all day is not only a fire hazard but also a great way to destroy our electric bill and possibly the building, Kevin looked genuinely puzzled. “If it was bad, wouldn’t the oven like… warn us?”
Reader, the only warning was the beads of sweat forming on my brow and the slow-cooked feeling in my bones. Ovens do not beep out a message saying, “Your roommate is a liability.” (Though maybe they should.)
Budgeting vs. Broiling: The Financial Fallout
Let’s talk numbers for a second. I was out here, trying to get my life together—budgeting, watching my credit score, cutting coupons. Meanwhile, Kevin was slow-roasting the entire apartment for the sake of “not waiting 15 minutes.” Our utility bill looked like the GDP of a small island nation.
But the real cost? My sanity.
Lessons Learned from Life With a Kevin
The tale of the seven-hour preheat is, tragically, just the tip of the iceberg. But it does leave us with a few important takeaways:
- Appliances are not pets. They don’t need to be kept “warm” or “happy.” If your oven is on and nothing’s cooking, you might be the one getting cooked.
- Trust, but verify. If something feels weird (or hot enough to melt your shoes), always check the kitchen first.
- Not all warnings come with a beep. Sometimes, the only alarm is your own common sense (and a sky-high electric bill).
The Aftermath: Scorched But Stronger
Eventually, Kevin moved out. The oven survived—miraculously. I, however, still flinch every time I hear the preheat beep. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things: cool air, reasonable bills, and roommates who don’t treat household appliances like mysterious woodland creatures.
So if you’re living with a Kevin—or perhaps you are the Kevin—let this be a gentle (and very warm) reminder: Ovens are for cooking, not for “vibes.” And sometimes, the only thing hotter than your kitchen is the story you’ll tell later.
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Original Reddit Post: My roommate Kevin “preheated” the oven for 7 hours because he thought it needed to stay warm like a pet