We were having a little difficulty tolerating the high school kids that were staying at our hotel on Saturday. I chalked it up to the fact that we are now at the age when high school antics are no longer very funny to us (especially at midnight, or two in the morning). On Sunday morning, we sat with the group at breakfast and exchanges stories of how loud the kids were, and how the cops had to come to the hotel to put out the fire they had started with their fireworks on the beach, and calm things down.
On Sunday evening, we were hoping things would be calmer, but the kids had not returned home yet, so we weren't placing any bets. Sure enough, at 4AM a car alarm went off. It stopped after about 30 seconds, but then went off again 5 minutes later. Again it stopped after about 30 seconds, but when it went off a third time, the Hubs finally decided he'd had enough. He called the hotel operator and sternly asked if they were going to contact the person whose car alarm kept going off. The operator replied, "It's your car, sir. We were just about to call you". That got him out of bed very quickly. A quick inspection of his car let him know nothing was wrong, and he returned to the room scratching his head. Around 5:30AM, it went off again. Needless to say, when the group met for breakfast, we sure heard about how the car alarm had woken them at an ungodly hour. The Hubs sheepishly explained it was his car. At this point we still have no explanation (although we are glad it hasn't happened since).
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