The Office: Season 2 Episode 4
"The Fire"

Ryan: I don't want to be like "a guy" here. You know? Like, Stanley is the "crossword puzzle guy". And Angela has cats. I don't want to have a thing... here. You know, I don't want to be the "something guy".
Too bad he burned the cheese pita.
Ryan 'The Temp' Howard is the "fire guy" of the Office.
And we, the Drakes, are the "fire guy" of the apartment building.
Last night I was so excited to have dinner waiting for Alex. I got my Italian Chicken all ready for the oven, timing everything perfectly so when I got home from picking up Alex from school the dinner would only have 5-10 minutes left in the oven.
The drive home he asked me what I had done that day, as usual. I started telling him, but we got sidetracked on to a different topic. Of course I wasn't going to restart that conversation because I'd either have to tell him I cooked him a surprise dinner, or lie. No thanks. So we get home, open the door, and expecting to smell something of a scrumptious nature, smell smoke instead.
Dang.
Alex sets the car seat down and goes to investigate the oven. There was liquid dripping on to the bottom of the oven, which was burning and smoking. Who knows how long it had been doing that. It's not like it was even overflowing or bubbling. It was some sort of condensation dripping off the tin foil or something weird like that.
Insert thought bubble..."I'm not a bad cook. I'm not a bad cook..."
We ran to open the windows and turn on the fan, but didn't do it fast enough to avoid the screeching smoke alarm.
Luckily, smoke alarms don't automatically call the Fire Department. Unluckily, the alarms throughout the whole building went off.
So I took Dean to the back bedroom where we could hide from the smoke and the loud alarm, while Alex called maintenance to have the alarm turned off. Through the window I noticed a neighbor pacing out front in a short night-gown-looking dress. For the entire 20-30 minutes that the alarm rang she was out front, pacing, unknowingly taunting me as I imagined her thoughts...
"
mumble mumble, those darn kids,
mumble mumble"
"look what they've done... outside in my nightie..."
So she was either waiting 20-30 minutes to see the flames of what she believed was a real fire...or...she didn't think to turn down the volume of the alarm by sticking yellow Play-Doh on the alarm speaker thing.

Either way, I have to believe that to her we just became "the fire guy(s)."
Great.
One week down, a lot to go.
Oh and because you are worried about the fate of my dinner... after the alarm went off, we went for a swim, came back, reheated the dinner in the newly cleaned oven, and ate a delicious meal.