Blast Off

So, I was in the shower this morning, and I hear this really loud racket that sounds like a spaceship blasting off. This is India, and I’ve gotten used to hearing weird sounds in the morning. Tornado sirens that go over every morning twice a morning. Super-loud hawks screaming in the air as they hunt. Religious music being blasted from the local temple. And from the local church. And from the local mosque. Dogs fighting. Cows mooing. You get the idea…

As such, I didn’t think much of this new noise. That is, until I walked into the kitchen. There, I found my fire extinguisher blasting a jet of foam onto the floor. Yep, my fire extinguisher went off for no reason at all this morning.

Best part of this story. I took the extinguisher down into the basement to give to one of the maintenance guys to get fixed. He told me that 1) it will take seven (7!) days to get refilled. Of course, that means fourteen days in real time. And 2) this happens nearly every day in somebody’s apartment somewhere in the building. He didn’t even bat an eye when I brought the extinguisher down to him.

Good times.