It’s finally the spooky month of October and and we’re rapidly approaching all the end of year holidays- which can only mean one thing… It’s time for FBS’ Annual “Turn Your Oven On” reminder. This year’s is in the form of one of the great shows of old. We hope you enjoy it!
Factory Builder Stores encourages homeowners everywhere to prevent holiday cooking stresses by ensuring they have enough time to properly replace appliances.
The holidays are fast approaching and home chefs planning to host a holiday feast need to ensure their kitchen equipment is functioning before it’s to late. As a result, Factory Builder Stores, the leading builder distributor of appliances in Texas, has declared November 4th, “Turn On Your Oven Day!”
You know the story – It’s the day before Thanksgiving and you couldn’t be more excited about the 25-pound bird you’re preparing but you turn on the lower oven (some of you for the first time since last year) only to discover it is no longer working.
Factory Builder Stores is all too familiar with the panicked faces that walk-in to our showrooms looking for a new oven in a pinch.
It happens every year – one or two days before the holiday people frantically come into our showrooms because their oven isn’t working, but there isn’t enough time to order a new one and deliver it, let alone install it at that point.” remarked Doug Rapier, CEO of Factory Builder Stores.
Factory Builder Stores urges people everywhere to, “TURN YOUR OVEN ON” today! By testing kitchen appliances now, consumers can make sure they have enough time to make a purchase and have it delivered and installed properly.
DON’T LET FAULTY APPLIANCES RUIN YOUR HOLIDAY SEASON. TURN ON YOUR OVEN, TODAY.
Need a new oven or other appliances? Stop by a Factory Builder Stores near you to speak with one of our experienced appliance sales representatives!
By: Rodney Christiansen
(A Macabre Parody of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”)
Once upon a holiday cheery, while I prepared, sober (in theory),
Over many a quaint and curious recipe with much ardor,
My range I started, the knobs now sticking, when suddenly there came a clicking,
As of a gas ignitor slowly ticking, ticking behind the oven door,
“Tis some mistake,” I uttered, “clicking behind my oven door –
Serving noise and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November;
And with each separate click sounding, a flame ignored,
Obstinately I’d pushed the limit; – vainly waiting to the last minute,
To test my gas range for treats – treats for the sweet Lenore-
For the plates of nourishments, I’d intended to bring fair maiden Lenore-
Empty promises forevermore.
Presently my fear grew stronger, hesitating now and then no longer,
“Range,” said I, “or oven, truly your assistance I implore;
But the fact is your ignitor was ticking, and so loudly you went clicking,
Yet without flame you’re clearly bricking, bricking on my kitchen floor;
Scarcely recognizing the controls I’m exercising, as you sit full of languor,
Only sparks and nothing more!”
Rightward soon I turned more knobs, with many cries and desperate sobs,
To test the burners for meals prepared hours afore,
Not the least conflagration did get made, not a moment was a flame portrayed,
As I turned and tweaked, shouting blindly sore
The Range sat quietly, tauntingly, on my hardwood floor.
Quoth the Range: “…”
An idea dawned, there are others true, whose experiences of failure I could lean into,
Searching through ancient texts, forgotten lore, and gobs and gobs of YouTube galore,
To the web I went for problems unseen, hotly beginning to resent the machine.
But the longer I spent the fewer solutions I had to explore,
And no clue how to fix this foul contrivance souring my kitchen decor,
Quoth the Internet: Discount Store.
Startled by the trolls bespoken, as I sat so mad heartbroken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what tired utterances of discount stores,
With holiday nigh, doors shuttered and employees long gone,
Uncooked pie, casserole du jour, and savory salty roast of boar,
Sit silently, quietly on the counter by my oven door,
Foods I’ll cook nevermore…
And the Range, tediously clicking, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the shattered dreams of sustenance lying on my kitchen floor;
And it’s burners sit there, which once were gleaming,
And it’s oven, now laid bare, only shadows through it’s door;
And my body before that shadow, that cries out curled up on the floor
Too late for my range to restore!
Sooooooo… this is just a long winded way to say, “Turn on your ovens, Ya’ll!”
Don’t let this happen to you – test now and visit us at Factory Builder Stores if you need a new one!
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