Considering that I'm been cramming my relationship down your collective throat, I thought I'd change the topic briefly. Tonight when I got home, I got online to look up some work I need to do, and well, let's be honest, play on Facebook.
There's this high-pitched chirp coming from the smoke detector in my office. I listened to it again and again, stared at it meanly, and then hollered at it for a while. Finally, I decided that I'm smarter than it, so I grabbed a chair from the kitchen set, climbed up, and tried to open the thing. I wasn't sure what I would do once it was open, but I figured that something would come to me.
I can't open the damn thing. I can't tell if the device twists, if the bendy part isn't working, or if I'm a moron. So I got back down and glared some more. Once again, dirty looks proved ineffective, so I got back on the chair and pushed the red button. Suddenly the chirp became a long tone, so I hit the button again and the detector squealed again. I hit it one last time, got off the chair, and ran away.
Now, the detector is chirping, and I'm getting ready to wait it out.
Smoke Detector: 1.
Me: 0.
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