Fast forward to present day. The town hall in the small town next to my small town now is less than two miles away from my small town's town hall. [Did you get that?] And every day the other small town's whistle blows at noon as well. These are also, incidentally, the same whistles that sound when there is an emergency.
Anyway, I came home for lunch the other day, since I have the privilege of only working 1.91 miles away, and as I was fixing my food I heard a noise.
Was it the noon whistle? It sounded like the noon whistle, sort of. The problem was, it wasn't noon. It was like 2 o'clock in the afternoon. (Late lunch. I know... tell me about it!) As soon as I heard it, my heart sank just a smidge before the palpitations kicked in. I stopped what I was doing so I could listen a little closer. Why would the whistle be blowing? Is there an emergency of some sort? The whistle seemed to be non-stop. I started to feel a little anxiety coming on... I admonished myself to Get.A.Grip.
Then I realized something.
That noise wasn't the next town's whistle signaling an emergency. That sound wasn't the next town's whistle signaling we were under attack. Nope. That noise that I heard was the vacuum; my vacuum. And it was coming from down stairs.
I forgot I had told my son if he cleaned and did his chores he could have friends over. He was busy cleaning the basement.
As soon as I realized the noise was my vacuum, I started to laugh. Geesh, you'd think it's been a while since I've heard my own vacuum!
*For the record... I can neither confirm nor deny that last statement.