Yesterday, I went to school for just a few minutes to drop a few things off. I try to stay away on the weekends choosing to take my work home with me rather than return. One of the reasons I stay away is because my school is armed with an alarm and I am not good with alarms (In a previous school the police chief knew me well). Earlier this year I set the alarm off and could not remember the secret password. The password was so secret that no matter who I called no one knew what it was. It was not a nice day.
I used my key less entry to let myself in...put the code into the humming alarm ####...and all went quiet. I opened my classroom door and went back out to my car to get the things I needed to drop off. I entered the door again...waiting for the alarm to begin to blare...nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief only to begin to worry I had to arm the thing before I left. What if I did it wrong?
When it was time to leave...I punched my code on the number pad and quickly exited the building, car keys in hand. I listened as I walked ten paces to my car...nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief while yanking my car door open with keys and a plant in hand. OOO-WEE, OOO-WEE! My heart stopped. My stomach jumped. OOO-WEE, OOO-WEE. No...No...I couldn't have set that alarm off. I was so careful. A checklist went off in my mind...#### into the keypad, out the door, door shut, what did I do wrong?
Then I listened...the sound was not coming from the building but from my car. I looked down at the keys in my hand and started to laugh. I quickly punched the colored button on my key less entry. The alarm was coming from my car, not the school. When I opened my car door with keys in hand, I had squeezed the panic button on my key less.
