After a very (very) long day at work, I finally got home around 8:30p. I picked up some Chipotle on the way home, Phe warmed up some leftovers for herself, and we settled in to eat dinner and catch up on episodes of The Daily Show.
Two hours later, we heard what has to be one of the most dread-inducing sounds a home can make: the mewling, incessant chirp of a smoke detector whose battery is dying.
DO NOT WANT.
Now, here's the thing: in most houses, fine. I just grab my trusty 4' ladder, hop up there and replace the damn thing. Not this house, oh no. The ceilings on the second floor of this joint run close to twenty feet high (probably higher in places). And was the malfunctioning smoke detector on the ground floor? Nope.
It is, of course, upstairs. Better than fifteen feet high. Trusty 4' ladder, you have failed me.
So after better than ten minutes of it's beeping, I call the landlord (this is around 10:15p). Obviously, with such high ceilings, there are concessions made to do things like change light bulbs, etc., as he left one of those poles you use for such a task. I called to ask him if he'd likewise stashed away a ladder I hadn't found for just such an occasion.
Unfortunately, no, he had not. He said he'd come over with his ladder and fix it, but that it would be tomorrow morning. I reiterated that this is the smoke detector over our bedroom door, and that we wouldn't really be able to sleep with it singing to us all night, but thanked him. He's a really nice guy, and while I certainly wouldn't want to leave my family and drive twenty minutes to fix such a problem if I were the landlord, I would do it, in a mitigating circumstance such as this. You have a light that won't come on? Yeah, that can be taken care of the morning. You have a maintenance issue preventing you from sleeping? That's a more immediate concern. In my eyes, at least.
I told him that I appreciated the offer, but something had to be done tonight, or we wouldn't be able to get any sleep. I said we'd just have to find a place that was open at this time of night (the Super Target had already closed) and buy a ladder ourselves. Again, I didn't get mad with him or anything, just a bit frustrated that we'd have to go out and spend our own money and time to fix a maintenance issue that by rights he should rectify.
We got dressed, managed to find a Super Walmart online, and went out to pick up a new ladder. The smallest they had that would reach was 13', and cost $93. I bought it and we returned home (we already had 9v batteries).
Phe came on inside and I unloaded the ladder from the car (one of those A-frame dealies). It took a bit to get it through the laundry room and into the foyer, then I set it down, found scissors, and returned...and something dawned on me. I'd been in the house for a good five minutes and hadn't heard the chirping of that hideous horn.
Phe and I have continued waiting, and the damnable sound hasn't yet re-emerged. So I sent the landlord a text saying that we went out and bought a ladder, which was $100, but upon returning home, the chirping has ceased. We're going to try to make it through the night, and if we don't incur the wrath of the smoke detector gods, we'll send for the landlord in the morning to fix it himself with his ladder, and we'll return ours and get our money back (as I hadn't yet unwrapped it...yay!). If not, we'll use the ladder ourselves.
Phe thinks the same as I: this is something of a mitigating circumstance, and that the maintenance should have occurred tonight. To those ends, she thinks we should try to have the cost of the ladder removed from the rent. I can see both sides...he did offer to fix it, but not in what I would consider to be a timely manner in such a situation.
What say you, o denizens of the Glade? What is appropriate here (or at least would have been, had the chirping not ceased)?
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