I can't help but laugh at this.

A while back my wife was cooking something when the smoke detector in the kitchen went off. For some bizarre reason, I sprung into action like Superman swooping in to save the day. There was nothing on fire, it was just a bit of smoke.

Regardless, I sprinted into the kitchen and leapt onto a kitchen chair to reach the detector. Unfortunately, my wife had taken them apart to clean the covers, so my foot slipped spectacularly through the chair sending me sprawling and the chair flying.

Now every time the damn thing goes off, I ask her if she wants me to do my circus act to turn it off again.

Good times.