|Update: Alarms Ain't Us
||[Jun. 24th, 2005|05:19 pm]
rant about our furshlugginer smoke alarm, whose sensitity recalled the princess famed for her ability to sense the presence of a pea through 50 mattresses.Some of you may recall my |
Well, no more. Our smoke alarm has cried its last.
The end came one morning a couple of weeks back. Laura, as is her wont, had neglected to close the bathroom door while showering. I was breakfasting on a decidedly non-smoky meal of yogurt and granalo.
And yet, the smoke alarm did scream.
I rushed about, concerned that perhaps a cigarette was even then setting fire to a mattress or pile of paper, yet there was nothing to be found.
At length, I came to the only possible conclusion available: the steam had set it off.
I found a chair and disconnected it from its electrical supply and our home is now far happier than once it was.
you and your entries are like an episode of seinfeld.
just get a new alarm?
It must be from the same manufacturer as the ones in my building. I have not one, but TWO! of the foul, loathsome noisy buggers in the whopping 565 sqft that is my corner of the universe. I contemplated the disconnection route, but decided taking a sledgehammer or baseball bat to them after a bad day will be much more satisfying.
never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell your insurance company.
In case you are wondering why I just deleted a comment from your journal about 30 seconds after I posted it (the time it takes me to pace back and forth along the length of my apartment) it occurred to me that it would be better for me to just go buy more alcohol instead. Drop by if you feel like it.