I said, "Well, can I do what I would do if you weren't here?"
He looked a bit confused, but agreed.
"Promise not to tell anyone?"
He nodded. I felt around on the hood of the car until I felt the vibrations of the horn directly under my hand. Then, I balled up my fist and smashed it into the hood. The hood depressed slightly, just enough to smack the horn, and it shut off. He smiled conspiratorially at me and said, "You're my new hero."
I said, "Gordian knot." He laughed.
It went off again at about 1 AM and without even thinking I slipped on pants and a shirt and went down and smashed it again. Off. The building sleeps. It was probably on for less than ten minutes.
This monring it went off at about 7AM. I decided that since I was leaving for work soon anyway, I would just let it go. I figure by the time I get home the battery will be dead and I won't have to think about it anymore.
When I left, the head of the condo was with a group of people next to the car. I knew he wanted to just hit it and shut it off, but he couldn't do it in front of other people when he might possibly damage the car. Instead, they were trying to track down the owner, who wasn't home, and, I assume, get permission to have a locksmith come and open the car so they could pop the hood and detach the battery.
I waved and shrugged. He smiled weakly. Sometimes playing by the rules sucks.