There was a certain company that came to my primary school one day to market three products. All three are some sort of siren to signal distress when one is in danger. Robbery and so on.
My young brain was so bent on getting one of those that now thinking back, I can only hate myself for being so irrational back then. I also despise that company who came to my school to try to sell those products to what could have been poor students. One of them cost $18, which by standards then, is considered very expensive. Today, I can get ge. A bicycle siren for a fraction of that price.
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