As you know, I have had some very positive dealings with the Fairfax County police.
But it turns out I am not so good on understanding the alarm thing.
So in a couple weeks, we are moving into this new place. For which we will be getting a security system. Which means we have to get a phone. According to Nick.
I saw no reason to get a phone. We use our cell phones for everything. Why waste the money?
He said we needed it for the security system. This made no sense to me.
"Because," Nick said, "if the alarm goes off, the phone then calls the security service. And they alert the police."
"The phone calls them? By itself? Are you sure?"
"How do you think it works?"
"So, someone breaks in. This sets off the alarm. Which then triggers the alarm for our house at the police station."
In my mind, this was the precise process. Rings at your house, rings at the police.
"So, wait, Lis. How do they know which house?"
"They have a little alarm for everyone."
"The police have some big grid with all the house numbers?"
"No, it's more like they have a wall with streets and model houses. And the house with the alarm going off starts ringing and flashing."
"The police have a wall of tiny little models of everyone's houses?"
"Well, the only ones that light up and ring are the ones with alarm systems."
This turned into a larger conversation, involving much mockery of me. As you may imagine. I won't bore you with the details.
Suffice it to say, I get it.
Yes, it makes a lot more sense for your alarm, your particular alarm, to call your particular security company. And for them to alert the police.
But then of course I was all, well, what if someone cuts the phone wires?
Nick pointed out we are not The Louvre, nor are we likely to be involved in any kind of spy thriller.
Fine. Yes. Fine. We need a phone.
I still like the idea of the little tiny city with houses that light up and flash, though.