Damn Cars
There I was sitting inside Ha Na, trying to have lunch with the winner of the “write Savage Love” Strangercrombie auction item (her name is Cara and she’s funny and smart and she’s going to do a bang-up job), and all the while some jackass’ car alarm is going off. Some ugly silver Chevy—new, but ugly—WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!
First, who would want to steal that ugly car? Second, if someone had come along and stolen it, anyone in earshot would have cheered the thief on—yes, steal that car, just get it the fuck out of here! Third, who would want to steal that ugly car?
When the dope who owned the car showed up he seemed confused. It took him a while to figure out how to turn the alarm off—but he didn’t look ashamed or seem in any hurry to silence his bleating automobile.
I’m not sure where this is going. I’m just venting. Damn cars.
I hate car alarms. They don't serve their purpose, really. Passers-by these days mostly ignore them because they go off as false alarms so often. And then, as you noticed, many owners don't even notice they've gone off.
I mean, maybe you couldn't steal the car itself, but a thief could likely get in, swipe the stereo and whatever else and take off before anyone came out to do anything about it, if they did at all. Notice how some car alarms will go on and on and on, and then just stop. Some use it was.
Like beepers gave way to cell phones, the car alarm needs to be phased out and replaced with something more effective.