Oh boy. If you guys could have seen the sad sight I was last night. I got home around 11 PM, drunk as...well, usual, and there was this incessant beeping noise. It took me a while, in my drunken stupor, to figure out it was my smoke detector beeping because the batteries were low. I felt like my head was going to explode from the beeping. I must have texted a friend about it because next thing I know my building phone is ringing. I picked it up, "Yessssshhhh?" It was my doorman. "Your friend is here."
"OK Shhhurrrrr. Shend him up!" I realized I was talking like this but I could do nothing about it. Friend came up to find me on my tippy toes, on my desk chair, reaching for the smoke detector.
"I can't figure it out," I said," I took it off the wall but it won't stop beeping," as I'm holding the still beeping detector in my hand.
"You have to take the battery out," he said.