About that Fire Extinguisher Recall.

You guys know I wrote about that fire extinguisher recall from Kidde, right? It was last November and I even got in the list to have my extinguishers replaced…. and then I totally forgot about that.

It popped front and center in my head after the post about the Left wanting to burn stuff and I wondered what had happened to it. I checked with the Facebook friends and I got a chorus of “Oh yeah! I got mine real quick! Brand new replacements.” so I figured my applications got lost in the electronic avalanche they had.  I reapplied and found out that one of the extinguishers that was originally in the recall list, was not anymore and that they would be sending the other soon-ish.

It just arrived.

Not as pretty in design as the original, but it is still OK for kitchen duty and it is bigger in capacity, so I am not fretting.  They sent a return label and clear instructions on how the prep the old one and I need to call FedEx to schedule a pick-up. 

Now, may this post serve as warning that although I pride myself to have a memory good enough to repeat events from 40 years ago and even how to return to places I have not visited in that amount of time without GPS or map, there are certain things that will slip my mind and be lost forever even if I did them yesterday.

PS: One of those are matching faces with names. I will remember your face and if it was friend or foe, but no way I will associate it with a name.

6 Replies to “About that Fire Extinguisher Recall.”

  1. “PS: One of those are matching faces with names. I will remember your face and if it was friend or foe, but no way I will associate it with a name.”

    LOL me too.

  2. During one’s formative years, moving frequently, relocating, often, such as every few years or so, causes one to disregard identities due to not be essential for everyday life situations—-thus the memory lapse.

    I remember more about where every book in my father’s library was loaded and stacked into the moving van than people I once spent time in life with. I see their nameless faces and if I relax for a few hours my old hard drive finally spits out a first name…maybe.

    Dad’s library took one complete moving truck and we handle each book as if it was a gold brick.

    1. We moved a lot as well. Dad built wooden boxes that could double as book cases. With a plywood cover screwed over the opening they worked as shipping boxes. one “macho” mover guy decided he didn’t need a hand truck despite our warnings. The look on his face was priceless when he almost lifted one of the boxes.

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