Hit The Panic Button!

I was woken this morning to the car alarm belonging to the Bondo Bucket that lives next door. The decrepit van is the Bondo Bucket, not the owner for you young'ns who have not heard the term. Bondo was what you used to keep your car together back in the day.
This alarm whoops and whistles and wails and parp parps enough to wake the dead! And me! I think my neighbour who is not the sharpest knife in the drawer gives it to his sister who is also not playing with a full deck, to amuse herself with. I know when the van arrived one Saturday we were treated to the panic button non stop. People were coming out of their houses and looking up and down the road.It was relentless. I guess something was said as we have only the odd interruption in our deadly quiet suburban lives but always early in the morning. Maximum effect one assumes.
I lay in bed thinking of the first time I used a panic button. It was by accident as I was opening the Rav's door. The hullabaloo was shattering.It startled me so much I jumped and dropped the keys. All the birds flew out of the trees!Now that was an alarm!
I used the button on the Smartie this spring as I had misplaced her in a parking garage. I got out of the elevator on what I hoped was the right floor. Pressed the button and far away was a plaintive peep peep peeeep. I cupped my ear and trailed along and there she was, the wee thing giving it her all, little lights flashing merrily. I was proud of her . She did the job and birdies stayed on their branches and no one jumped out of their shoes. This is how it should be done, people!