So I cleaned the apt and I decided clean the stove, we have a self-cleaning stove and you just move the latch over and put it on clean and all the crap that was spilled in the stove bakes off. I have done it before and it takes like 4 hours so I turned it on and then went back to sitting on the couch. Mike came back from breakfast and walked in and was like: "What are you doing?" I looked up from the suction that is the internet completely unaware that the kitchen had filled with smoke. Mike: "You gotta put the fan on when you do that!" Ooops. He thought that the apt. smoke alarm would go off. Nope. He opened the front door and the condo fire alarm triggered and I started laughing, Mike was not quite as amused as me.
I told Mike to go get me an iced coffee and I would take care of this. I looked out the window and luckily only saw 2 people come out of our condo building so I knew not too many people were going to be disturbed by me. I saw Mike pacing on the phone, probably calling the building manager so I googled the non-emergency line for Norwood Fire Dept and called to tell them that I was an idiot and had set off the building alarm by trying to clean my stove but there wasn't an actual fire.
So I went outside and apologized profusely to our downstairs neighbors for being a jackass and setting of the alarm. I sent Mike away for iced coffee, again. I don't mind causing a fuss and being the center of attention but he isn't quite such a fan of it. Lights and sirens blaring, not 1 but 2 fire trucks and a command unit come to investigate my stove cleaning smoke out, I am guessing not a whole heck of a lot was going on in Norwood.
They shut the alarm off and brought out the PPD fan to clear out the smoke in the building so by the time Mike got back with the coffees everything was back to normal, except the burnt toast smell.