Car Alarm Conundrum

So this afternoon my husband, Precious, and I heard a car alarm. We weren’t sure, at first, if it was on the television or in our neighborhood, so we ignored it for awhile. It came and went, on/off, several times.
Just as Precious was poised to say something like, “I wish that jerk would shut off his car alarm,” I glanced out our front window. Aha! It was Precious’ car that was making the noise. Egads.
I won’t make the leap to some sort of “don’t cast the first stone” moral, but I was reminded to tend my own business first, before looking elsewhere to assign blame.