There aren’t many household safety devices that can add insult to injury quite like a smoke detector. While I don’t burn things as often as I used to, I must have trained the thing to go berserk right as the “preheat oven” light clicks off. I’m telling you, there was not even a hint of smoke (by that I mean, there were no smoke plumes a-la Belle’s father’s “invention” in Beauty and the Beast).
I used to hide the smoke alarms under pillows, in drawers, behind couches, and anywhere the air from the kitchen couldn’t get anywhere near ‘em. Once I smashed a detector that wouldn’t shut up with a meat mallet.
But I’m an adult now (or, at least, I can no longer pretend I’m not an adult) and that doesn’t fly any more. It’s either learn the behaviors that will preclude a shrieking smoke alarm (ie learn to cook), or deal with it gracefully when it happens.
At the very least, I need to remember that our smoke detector is linked to our alarm system. This means that when it goes off, I need to key in a code immediately or risk a brigade of very cute firefighters showing up at my home. Wait…what was the problem with that again.
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