Secret buttons...

Today I was at the bank to sign some papers. Of course, Sam was over-tired and quite hyper as usual. While I was waiting in one of the manager's offices for her to return with some copies, Sam wandered behind her desk because she had enticing little toys on her shelf. I asked Sam a few times to please come back over by me, a little worried that she would walk in and not appreciate a 2 year old behind her desk. Well, all of a sudden, she hurries in and asks me if he was behind her desk. I told her he had been and that I was sorry, as I wondered how she even knew. She proceeded to tell me that the secret alarm had been pushed and the police had just called to make sure they were being robbed. I was rather embarrassed and apologized again. She just laughed it off, but then told me that this branch had been robbed three times in the past year. I guess we were lucky that the police didn't actually come, or Sam may have been hauled off in handcuffs...