Psst!

My wife bought this automated air freshener last week to try out in the house.  We placed it in the front entryway to see what the potency range of the spray would be.  It quietly went about its business, and we completely forgot about it. 

Today, while I was sitting at the table doing a puzzle with my mom, I heard someone say, “Psst!”  I looked up but nobody was there.  Now my wife and I occasionally will play tricks on each other, like standing around the corner and slowly opening the door, so it looks like a ghost is coming in.  So, I immediately thought that she was jacking with me.  I sighed and went back to the puzzle and forgot all about it.  About 30 minutes later, she did it again, “Psst!”  Annoyed, I said, “Yes?!”  But again, no reply.

My mom started laughing hysterically and asked, “Who are you talking to?”  I said, “Didn’t you hear someone say, ‘Psst!’ a minute ago?”  She replied that she hadn’t, but I was certain I had heard it this time.  So, I got up and went looking for my wife’s hideout.  I found her in the back bedroom folding laundry, and I asked her what she wanted.  She tried to play it all innocent, denying that she knew what I was talking about, which just annoyed me more.  I threw my hands in the air, exasperated, and went back to the puzzle.  When she did it again 30 minutes later, I yelled, “What?!”  Again my mom started laughing hysterically, but this time she was pointing at the stupid air freshener.

So all weekend long, we had a running joke that I was having a conversation with the air freshener.  My wife finally got tired of my running dialog with the aromatic device and moved it to the bathroom.  Now, I hear it talking to me in my dreams…every 30 minutes, its tantalizing voice calls out, “Psst!” and I smile.