The Fallen Hood

There was the most horrendous noise last night. It started off sounding like something snapping, twice, followed by an almighty crash. Naturally, the din woke the entire household. Mom was worrying that dad fell (a tad loud, even for him), I was grumpy at being awoken and dad just had to check it out. It turns out that our cooker hood had fallen.

Now, apart from the fact that it was pretty darned fortunate that nobody was hurt in the incident apart from the safety glass wok cover, I was musing at the cause of the mishap. Dad pointed out that the whole heavy rig was supported by two nails. Now that's some significant weight being put on two thin pieces of steel. By the looks of them, I wager they rusted through, causing the material to give way. Shoddy workmanship, undoubtedly. Nearly as bad as having a security keypad secured to the wall with double sided tape.

I did pity the wok cover, though. It was an innocent caught in the incident, and was sacrificed as a result. What I really liked was the sound of the safety glass still cracking and falling bit by bit, since the trauma was so recent. Thankfully, there were no dangerous glass shards left lying around. That would be quite unacceptable in a kitchen. Anyway, shoddy workmanship? Just say no, bub.