The other night I decided to cook myself some dinner. Having recently moved out on my own, I am learning that contrary to popular belief, woman cannot survive on tuna sandwiches alone. And so, on Sunday evening I summoned my culinary courage and entered the kitchen with a plan to cook myself some chicken. I turned the oven to 400 degrees, and I decided to wash some dishes while I waited for it to preheat.
Well, I was elbow deep in soapy water when I heard the smoke alarm in the hallway go off. Luckily my natural fire prevention instincts kicked in immediately. Which means I grabbed the red towel off the counter, ran to the hallway, and started waving wildly beneath the smoke alarm.
For two minutes.
Five (literal) false alarms later, I dragged the kitchen chair to the smoke detector and disconnected that sucker. Relieved, I went back to the kitchen and put the chicken in the oven.
And then I heard another smoke alarm. This time, it was the one in my bedroom. I decided it was time to step up my game in the towel waving department because I was becoming slightly concerned that a neighbor might call 911 thinking that some sort of fire was surely burning in my apartment. OH NO, LAURA'S JUST MAKING DINNER.
Here is a photo of the smoke alarm in question. Please note the LAUGH sign on the door frame and it's close proximity to the smoke alarm.
I will admit that placing that laugh sign on top of the door frame and then neglecting to secure it with any sort of 3M product was a poor decision on my part. However, it is covered in glitter and the decorating scheme for my new room did not include sparkle. I just couldn't let go of that sign though, and decided above the door would be the perfect home for it.
That is until I waved my red towel underneath it like a wild woman, hit it, and it came crashing off the door frame. Right onto my head.
I feel a bit dramatic saying this, but the impact was so hard that I actually had to sit down on the floor. Underneath the blaring smoke alarm. Holding my red towel.
Right then I wished that I had been waving a white towel. OF SURRENDER.
I am happy to report that I was eventually able to pick myself up and disconnect the second smoke alarm. And the result was peace and quiet, a delicious chicken dinner, and a decision that next time, I might just make tuna.