So there I was knowing I had parked on a street that is cleared at rush hour (4pm, king street for zigger and LTA) and things took a little longer than I had thought they would, walking back to my car to my suprise, or well, disbelief that it actually happened it was gone, and I assumed towed.
Asked some speedy auto techs standing out smoking confirmed it, that "siren" that I thought was rather odd was the *%$* R's alarm
I should have known it was going to happen, for the tow truck driver it's an easy $94 bucks. So off I went for the impound lot.
The entire way there I was just imagining what could have, and did go wrong, and what had been destroyed, to my relief every car I saw go into the lot rode in on dollies.
I get in, turn the key and EVERY singal idiot light on the dash comes on, afraid that the worst had come true and the tow had infact screwed up some of the electrical bits on the R which seem to be all to finicky to begin with, I almost had a heart attack. Untill I realised that this was Volvo's way of making one realise that the alarm had gone off as the display box read "alarm triggered check car".
That dingy lot was home to some real nice cars, the R was inbetween a continental GT and an A8.
I guess you've gotta pay the price for your stupidity once in a while.