A phone call at 12:30 am is never good.
“Hello, this is ADT Security. We’ve had an alarm incident at your place of business and the police have been dispatched.”
Still groggy from being awakened from a very sound sleep, Jordan and I make our way to the store to see what’s going on.
That’s right, nothing.
We arrive at the same time as the police and everything appears normal. I unlock the front door and the security gate, go inside to turn off the wonky alarm, and all is well at RaphaBooks. The cop takes a look around and leaves. I call ADT to tell them it was a false alarm.
The only thing we could find out of place was a book that had fallen on the floor, perhaps setting off the motion detector in the process.
We lock up, go home, and I didn’t fall asleep again until 4 am.
There’s got to be a moral to this story, but I just can’t think of what it might be.