Did you know smoke alarms wear out?
Yeah, well, neither did I until the fire department showed up in my driveway (!).
During dinner last night, the smoke alarms — all six of them — went off. Nothing was burning, including the stuffed pork chops.
I couldn’t turn them off, so my Beloved called the fire captain who lives down the street. He sent his team over (complete with red fire engine), and it was determined our smoke detectors have worn out. Tired smoke alarms don’t go quietly into the night, which I guess is smart engineering because inoperable smoke detectors are dangerous; old smoke alarms scream to their owners in the language of obnoxious beeping: “Replace me! Replace me! Replace me!”
Alas, nothing lasts forever.