An alarm company has called stating that a resident has activated the “fire” panic button and there is no answer on call back.
Companies arrive to the swanky neighborhood noting no smoke and no fire showing. On investigation they are met by the homeowner, who is in her day robe, and find the source of the alarm. It’s not fire. It’s not smoke. It’s not burnt food or a strange odor. She leads the first in engine to the basement where a smoke detector is chirping, indicating it needs a new 9 volt battery.
“You change these, right?”
We’re floored. The glances to each other speak volumes and then the boss, an almost 30 year veteran began to giggle. Giggling, as you know, is contagious and we were all soon giggling while walking back out.
The resident was convinced that the button on the alarm panel with the little flame on it was to summon the fire department for any reason.
“Who is going to change the battery? I don’t know how to do that?”
Not one of use could face her for the fear of bursting into complete laughter, which we did shortly after clearing the scene.