
Bob gets up, and pulls the battery out of the smoke detector in the kitchen. A few seconds later... "chirp." Wrong detector. For years, we only had one, the new law is one on every floor and we've got a couple extra besides. I head to the basement, Bob heads upstairs and we wait for the next "chirp." It was the one in the upstairs hall.
Now if only the 37 clocks in this house would re-set themselves... all would be wonderful!
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