The real value of an alarm system on your house
Posted by Lissa on April 26, 2012
A few days ago I grabbed my cup of coffee, hooked my cooler handle over the crook of my arm, slung my elephant-sized purse onto my shoulder and opened the door to the garage.
I hurried back inside and punched frantically at the alarm code box to shut up the godawful noise. Panting, I glared at it. (Rajah didn’t stir from underneath his blanket, if you’re wondering.)
I put down my things and waited.
About three minutes later the phone rang.
“Sunshine State Alarm System, do I need to send the police?”
“No,” I babbled, “my name is Lissa, the code is ****, false alarm, false alarm, thank you.”
She wished me a nice day, I hung up, and I dashed off to work.
Let’s add this up. Three minutes for the alarm people to call and check. At *least* another five minutes for the police; I’m sure they are a very good and dedicated force, but I live in the WAY back of our neighborhood. Unless they can get here as the crow flies, sheer geography says five minutes or more. That means eight minutes from when your door is kicked in to when your rescuers arrive.
So really, what’s the point of an alarm?
Actually, that’s quite easy. The point of the alarm is to give off an earsplitting shriek when someone opens my door or my windows.
I’m a pretty sound sleeper. I don’t know if I’d hear it were someone to pick my lock at 2:37 A.M. If they smashed something, I’d probably wake up; but then again I have yet to experience the true sleep deprivation that will come with kids, so give me a year and ask me again 🙂
In a nutshell – I really like my house alarm because it will wake me up if someone opens a way into my house. It’s not a signal for the cops to come rescue me — although that would be very nice, time constraints mean that serious stuff would have gone down long before they arrived. It’s a danger signal more than a rescue beacon.