I am something. From the moment I got in my car, I was picking up the alarm out of the corner of the house. Recently, she started screaming at me. In the real sense. He does not allow inside. I approach, knock on the door, and she hurts. I am in panic that I am now heart-hearted old ladies will be handed over for the theft of my own car, I begin to press all the buttons in a row on the alarm barrel. After 15 minutes of shame, I get inside. And so every time. And today I went out, approached closely and whispered, “We are of one blood, you and I, I regret it, and, o miracle! She has opened! I, inspired by Kipling and my own ingenuity, went on business. I call my husband and announce that I have won the system. And he rocks. It turns out, I have a battery sitting in the blade, and I need to open it from a closer distance. Everyone was waiting for me to come...