Panic, but not really

It usually only happens in crowded parking lots, but the most recent
incident occurred after I parked in my boyfriend's driveway and waved hello
to his elderly neighbors, who were enjoying a calm Sunday afternoon on their
porch, drinking lemonade: I hit the panic button on my keychain.

My lights started flashing and the horn blared out a steady, "HONK...
HONK... HONK..." As I've done a hundred times before, I fumbled to hit the
button again to shut the damn thing up and blushed as red as the paint on my
car.

Many thanks to GM, the genius behind my little Pontiac, for making it so
easy to summon help should I be mugged within an 8-foot radius of my car
someday. In my case, it's like the boy who cried wolf -- people will just
say, "There goes that dumb broad in the red car again, hitting her panic
button by accident." I understand the logic of putting the button right
there on the keychain by the "unlock" button and the "open trunk" button.
But I doubt I'd even be able to FIND the button in an actual emergency. Ah,
irony.

Am I the only one who has this embarrassing problem?