fire alarm blues

Ugh. Someone burned some toast, and now the apartment building’s fire alarm has gone off. It is ear-splittingly loud. My ears haven’t vibrated this much since I saw Neil Young in 1983 on his Trans tour. (And doesn’t that album sound a lot more interesting now than it did twenty years ago?)

For the love of God! Make it stop! I have black-eyed peas and greens to eat!

Update: Well, it only took forty-five minutes, but the alarm is finally off.

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