FTS part deux

A friend of mine just reminded me of a blast from the past moment I had yesterday. My oven went on the fritz a couple of days ago and so my kind landlord decided to replace it with a new oven instead of calling a repair person. So he phones and says he is on his way and a friend of his is going to meet him at my place to help. So the fellas show up and the friend has a kid in tow whose job is to hold the wrench. Anyways they're carrying the stove in and I think to myself I know that guy, so i say are you so and so and he says yep, I say I'm unemployedindsm and he says that doesn't ring a bell, sorry I'm bad with names and faces. I was glad he didn't remember that he and another friend of mine ended up at my parents house about 17 years ago while the units were out of town and that he made a smoking apparatus out of an apple, we smoked and then he wanted my friend and I to make out whilst he watched. We asked him to leave. So anyways the oven is swapped -out with the old and in with the new, but it's not going smoothly so I have some time to look over the new range and I notice that there is no temp gauge on the oven. Nothing says warm 200 or 350 etc. I say to my landlord so I'm supposed to put a cake in the oven and hope it's warm enough? Then i say that this would be fine if we weren't in the 21st century, and I was cramming logs into the oven and lighting it on fire and cooking a hog on a spit, but I'm not gonna do that because it is 2008. He laughed and then sighed and maybe cursed then said he will get another replacement but that he cannot return for a couple of days. So I am eating toast and coffee.