For many years I lived in the downstairs half of a house in Bondi. The arseholes in the next house over had a burglar alarm that used to like going off, particularly in warm weather. The siren was in the narrow pathway between the houses directly outside my window -- aka a canyon -- and was as loud as fvck.
It would go for 20 minutes, reset and go off again, reset and go off again, reset ...
One day I rang the polis and they duly turned up, inspected the outside of nextdoor, pronounced all clear and turned the alarm off. They told me 'next time this happens, as soon as it goes a second time, just turn this switch off'. It was the main power switch for their entire house!
On numerous subsequent occasions much vicarious please was derived from hearing the arseholes next door arriving home to a dark house and defrosted food.