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I started this thread, and now I have an update to my "Panic Button problems"
Last night as I was getting ready to crawl into bed, I removed my pants in the dark, and then stepped on them on my way to the bed. I had my keys in my pocket, and I set off the panic button. Now, I have a 3 bedroom ranch home. My bedroom is on the opposite end of the house, the farthest away you can get from the driveway. That bastard button sent that signal through at least 5 walls to get to the car. And you can just bet, that if I ever really needed it to go off, I could be 5 feet away, and the damn thing wouldn't work. Murphy's Law my friends.
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