Oh great...
I'm up in my tree fort finishing up the last of January billing, when all hell busts out downstairs and I'm treated to fifteen straight earsplitting minutes of:
"Leave immediately!
You have entered a restricted area!
Authorities are responding!
Burglary! Burglary!"
Apparently the boutique downstairs has a burglar alarm. The cop pronounced it a false alarm, but no way to shut it off, so we had to wait for it to run its course. Yay.