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Two years ago I'm at a tit bar in Daytona, had a shark on the roof, forget the name. Anyway there's some hardcore bikers next to my friend and I at the bar. Suddenly one waves his arms, yells shut-up and stares at his pager. Gets a big grin on his face and 5-6 of them run from the bar.
Fifteen minutes later they're back laughing, pounding beers and talking about stomping the fuck out of two guys trying to steal a Harley.
Instead of an annoying siren alarm this guy had one that called his pager. Why scare the guy away when you can get a silent notification that someone needs their ass kicked.
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