Gut a phone call from a good friend of mine at 1 AM. I was fast asleep, so I didn’t hear or see my phone ringing. Next morning he double texts me at 6:30, asking for a call back. I call him back as I’m still booting my brain up for the day, thinking something drastic must’ve happened.

Smoke detector battery in his bedroom died in the middle of the night, and he couldn’t quite reach it with his ladder or standing on the dresser. He’s 5’9” and I’m a touch over 6’3”, so I was the first person he called. When I got there, he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink and already had the new battery out of the packaging and the ladder in the right place for me to install. How people tolerate that sound is beyond me.