It's 4:15 in the morning. I'm in San Antonio, TX, staying at a charming B&B, and a half hour ago, the $&^#@% smoke detector started chirping.
No smoke. No fire. The battery was going.
So, my wife and I are awake. I get dressed. Go down to the lobby and wake up the owner, and he gets dressed, comes to our room with a ladder and removes the smoke detector.
Now, we're lying here awake, hoping there won't be a fire.
Was that smoke I smell?
How's that for a pet peeve?
