Story time <G>

[Joseph Garrett]

Back before cell phones, I was tuning and servicing a Bird-Cage that was in
a converted house to offices. The piano was in a "back bedroom"/hospitality
room. Anyway, I was working busily away and noon time came and stomach
started to growl. I opened the door to let someone know I was going to
lunch. Hmmm? Noone around! When I stepped into the main reception area, a
high pitched sound started. Hmm? Wonder what that is? Investigate. Went into
the area that used to be the kitchen, where the sound seemed to be coming
from. Yep, there it is: a security system! Yikes! Still no one around. Hmm?
Well, go get coat and go to lunch. Back to the "bedroom". Just as I stepped
into the "bedroom" the ALARM went off. The "blasters" were mounted in the
heating ducts! 300dbs! Holy Ear Splitting, Batman! Ran to the front door,
locked! Unlocked and exited!! Stood on the front porch, while passers-by
looked at me as some sort of second story burglar type. The police arrive.
And conveniently, at the same time, so did the Secretary type.
That was a fun day. :-( Couldn't hear for two days after) Boy, those burglar
alarms are loud!)
Resolution: Secretary turned off system, assured the police that I wasn't a
burglar and apologized for forgetting I was in the house/office when she
went to lunch.
In that case, a cell phone would not have helped.
Best Regards,
Joe Garrett, RPT, (Oregon)


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