There are days that all is right with the world and you feel perfectly happy and content, and then there are days that you could kill someone with your bare hands. Take a guess what kind of day it is today …
It started last night. One moment I was sound asleep, with Gabriel next to me and Charlotte by my feet, the next I thought WWIII had started. A high pitched sound screeched “PEEP, PEEP, PEEP …. PEEP, PEEP, PEEP …. PEEP, PEEP, PEEP!” It was the newly installed fire alarm and I hate it with a passion.
The old fire alarm only sounded in the building’s hallways. It was loud and sounded like a coffee grinder, but it was bearable. This new system, that the local fire brigade decided upon is not only MUCH LOUDER but installed in every unit.
Gabriel and Charlotte flew off the bed and went into hiding underneath it, while I tried to drown out the noise by holding a pillow over my head. The pillow somewhat softened the noise, but it was still too loud to go back to sleep with.
From 3:00 until 3:20 the peeping sound went on, and on, and on. Finally it stopped and I think everyone in the building let out a collective sigh of relief.
Not for long though, at 3:30 the peeping started again. If I had had a gun, I would have shot the alarm; if I had a baseball bat, I would have smashed it to pieces; if I had strong muscles I would have ripped the alarm out of the ceiling and thrown it out the window.
Once again I covered my ears, tried to drown out the sound, but it didn’t work. To distract myself I started counting the series of “PEEP, PEEP, PEEP’s”. I got to 172.
Finally, the peeping stopped and a voice came over the intercom announcing that the fire alarm was faulty and that the mechanic was on his way.
If I had my way with the fire brigade whose bright idea this was, and the man who installed this devious device, none of them would be breathing today.
I know, I’m a violent person, but can you blame me?