It's 7am on Saturday morning, and the Boston Fire Department just left our apartment.
For the second time this week.
As much as Ris and I would like to snag a pair of Boston's finest to put out our own "fire," the only reason we have four very hot firefighters in our bedrooms is because of a faulty CO2 alarm. (Yes, this time they were attractive - now we know that if we do have a fire, we want it to happen in the early morning on the weekend. Preferably when we are wearing cute pajamas, and not when I'm in an old Hooters tank top and sock monkey slippers and Ris is in a dirty white robe.)
Alas, they did not ask for our phone numbers. But they did ask us to get a new CO2 alarm, and to stop calling 911 until we did.
What the hell is up with New England? First, we have to worry about radiators, and how they have to be "all on" or "all off," because anything in between leaves us with a sound like a gremlin is hiding inside it with a giant wrench, banging full-throttle on the pipes.
This past Tuesday morning, Ris and I learned about the effects of carbon monoxide.
Or at least the effects of having one of those stupid CO2 reader boxes in the apartment.
We don't have to deal with this kind of shit in Florida. I didn't even know where carbon monoxide came from, until I had it explained to me by a member of the Boston Fire Department.
At 5:30am in the morning. Inside my apartment.
So, Ris has the carbon monoxide (CO2) indicator box in her room, and I guess it went off at like 3am. She did what any good Floridian would do: she yanked it out of the wall and went to sleep on the couch.
Around 5:30am she comes into my room, wakes me up, and says that she's worried about it and thinks we should call someone. I am still half asleep, stumble into her room after her, and am like, "Why are you worried about this now?"
Ris: Would you rather me have done it at 3am when it happened?
Me: No, I'd rather you'd have done it at 7am, when I was already awake. It went off at 3am. If something was really wrong, we'd be dead by now.
Ris: I'm calling 9-1-1.
