Is it getting hot in here, or is it just us?

We at Marlin decided to start a new tradition this Easter. It’s called “Barely keep the office from burning down by smelling the smoke caused by a short in a bathroom fan.”

Thanks to the sensational olfactory sense of Marlin’s own Sherry Schellack, and what we can only assume was divine Easter Bunny intervention, we were able to avoid a major catastrophe this weekend. Sherry just happened to be in the office on Sunday when she smelled smoke coming from the woman’s bathroom. At that point, we would have run around in circles screaming at the top of our lungs, but she was able to keep cool and get the fire department on the scene within minutes. Luckily, the fire was taken care of before Marlin reduced to little more than a pile of ashes for us to park our cars on this morning.

Now, we know what you’re thinking: “Hey Marlin, what are you, some kind of calamity magnet?”

First of all, that’s Mr. Marlin to you. Second, you can’t magnetize a calamity. No one has the technology. All in all a very poorly worded question we assume you asked, but we’ll answer it anyway.

Between the flood and the fire, we’ve considered almost every possible explanation for our recent run of bad luck. So far, we’ve concluded that the fire was either a separate event, featuring arson-happy bunnies, or that evil Tiki Statue we brought back from Hawaii on our last family vacation is to blame for everything.

Either way, we’re pretty sure we’ve become an insurance company’s worst nightmare. It seems to be one natural disaster after another. Who knows what’s next. Do you think insurance covers swarms of locusts?