"When you hear the third smoke detector go off, dinner is ready." --AnonymousI can't make eye contact with the hotel housekeepers. All of my children have vomited in places other than the toilet. And the poor housekeepers had to clean it up.
Tonight I put olive oil in a hot pan and sent three smoke detectors into screeching rages. For our safety the windows don't open more than 5 inches, so I couldn't fan in fresh air. After 20 minutes of cacophony, I looked around for a weapon of destruction.
Before I found anything, a hotel guy came to my rescue. He detached the alarm. I offered to hurl it out of our 4th floor window, but he thought removing the battery would be sufficient.
It won't surprise me if the hotel staff throw us a farewell party.
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