Clean oven means LOTS of smoke

To make our lives easier there are things that are convenient to us.

Don't want to cook dinner?
Go through a drive through, someone does the cooking for you.

Don't want to open a door, step on a pad and the door opens for you.

Don't want to go to the store and buy something, order it online and it will come to you.

Don't want to spend hours scrubbing clean your oven? Then use the oven clean setting.

Hmmmm. Shouldn't you be able to cancel that? Why you ask?

Have you ever cleaned your grill? The easy way? Turn it on high, all burners, and let it burn that shit off the grates, then once it is all burnt to a crisp you just have to take a brush and poof, it brushes off.

Yup, that is also what the oven cleaner does.

I had the bright idea of turning it on tonight, with the top stove grates in the oven cause they were awful dirty. Our fan thingy above the stove, doesn't work very well.

Our fire alarm is going off.

I have the front door wide open, a back window wide open, and a fan on high.

Our whole house smells and is smokey.

Why can't you cancel the damn oven clean mode?

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