This is pure sitcom gold đ Youâve got the tension, the absurdity, and the perfectly timed pillow swat.
It was midnight when my husband noticed a blinking device on the ceiling. Convinced it was a hidden camera, he heroically covered it with a towel. We went to bed feeling safeâuntil 2 a.m., when the front door burst open. The Airbnb owner stormed in, panting, furious, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt that made everything even more surreal.
âThatâs a *fire alarm*, you idiots!â he yelled. Apparently, the system alerted him the moment we covered it.
My husband and I blinked in sync, horrified. âWe thought it was a camera,â I mumbled.
The owner laughedâbitterly. âIf I wanted to spy on you, donât you think Iâd pick somewhere less obvious than the *middle of the ceiling*?â
Fair point.
He explained how dangerous it was to cover the alarmâif thereâd been a fire, we might not have made it out. Suddenly, our âgeniusâ move seemed a lot less clever.
Before leaving, he groaned, âJust leave it alone.â We promised. Profusely.
And no, we did *not* mention this in our review.
**Lesson?** Paranoia is okay. Being cautious is smart. But maybe donât jump straight to illegal surveillance. Especially if itâs blinking⊠because that usually means itâs working.
Lesson *definitely* learned.