Oy, last night, searing two fat filet mignon’s and turning the TV on for Jeopardy, in a split second the pan started smoking big time, billowing to the extreme that it set off the fire alarm, wired to the security system. Mr. EOS grabbed the pan and went outside, I opened the sliding glass door, but I couldn’t clear the alarm in the system key panel.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I kept entering the panel code, over and over again, twelve times* (*I’ll tell you later how I KNOW it was twelve times!) until the security company called me to tell me the fire department was on its way.
I laughed and said, well, if nothing else, they know how to get here because they were here very recently! He did NOT see the humor.
I said, please don’t send the fire department and he retorted, well, lady, we got TWELVE alarm alerts (aha, there’s the twelve and I see it was MY fault now for hitting the panel code to clear the fault when in actuality hitting the panel code over and over send the wild message that it was a TWELVE alarm alert.)
I called the Banksville Fire Department myself and said please please don’t come and they said it’s the law.
The law? Never used to be. I know for a fact you could tell the FD not to come, that it was not a real fire and they said, great, thanks for telling us. I don’t know if the law is new, singular to Westchester County, singular to New York or if its countrywide. My son was a fireman for a long time but had to resign because his work took him too far afield. But I can ask him at Thanksgiving.
There are times when having a hard-wired alarm system is for the birds, more trouble than it’s worth, unless of course, you really DO need the fire department and you’re thrilled the home is wired.
The volunteer firemen were all adorable and understanding, laughed that I was upset to be missing Jeopardy. I apologized profusely that they had to come over.
The filet was well done (duh), we missed regular Jeopardy but got back to the table and the TV in time for DJ and FJ. The end.
Before I forget, I want to update you on the Bedford Post Office Hold Mail-Not Hold Mail incident. No one from the Bedford PO called me to explain how the Hold Mail was ignored or dismissed. The case number that I opened with USPS got closed, according to my call back to USPS this morning, closed because the Bedford PO responded, as they are required, to USPS. Their response you ask? They said “doing research”. And that alone closed the case. How can that be? When I told the woman at USPS that no one called me, she was not happy and said that it was the least they could do. Oh well. It’s over and done with now. Live and learn. Bedford PO stinks big time.
Cold and windy today but bright sunshine. I have a great post from Riverside Dog Walker in queue for later today or tomorrow and a photo from CosHarbour too to post.