We were minding our own Saturday evening business -- she in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap --when the most horrible mind-altering rhythmic screeching occurred from two places in the part of the house that was built a year ago.
It was the built-in electric smoke/fire detectors. I looked and there was no fire. I took the battery out of the one I could reach and it did no good. The other one, in the
bedroom, is about 20 feet up the wall, near the cathedral windows two stories high.I called the nonemergency number and a fire truck came -- without siren. They looked at the bedroom device and said, "How are we gonna get up that high?"
I felt like saying, "You're the fucking fire department-- get a ladder!" Instead, I wound up getting my super big extension ladder from the shed and hauling it into the bedroom. It was the ladder the contractor-from-hell provided after losing my previous shorter ladder, albeit one that I could handle and actually climb.
So I have emailed both the architect and contractor hoping there is a chance they can figure out what malfunctioned, move the detector that never should have passed code because it was unreachable, and then repaint.
The chance is probably spelled f-a-t
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