My house does not need to be more secure than my neighbours house. It just needs to seem that way to a burglar. Like the old joke. I don’t need to run faster than the bear, just faster than you.
Since I have lived here, there have been at least 30 or so burglaries on this estate alone. More on adjacent estates. The houses on both sides of me were burgled more than once. I don’t have an alarm, I have the same doors/windows as everyone else, I have no apparent security at all, yet I have not been burgled. Chance maybe?
I use a couple of very simple psychological techniques, that’s all. There is no scientific proof that it’s working. But I’m more than happy with the apparent results. (No I am not the burglar!)
I used some impromptu psychology on a traffic cop once and escaped a penalty. I was stopped for a ‘vehicle check’. A really bad time for it to happen as my MOT and TAX had both simultaneously just lapsed. I quickly came up with a plan.
I could not afford to get a ‘produce documents’ ticket, so I reasoned that if told him I had the documents with me, he would have to check them there and then. I’m not very tidy and my glovebox was stuffed with various old documents and letters. I simply grabbed a handful of irrelevant documents and hid my insurance details among them.
We must have spent at least five minutes with them spread on the bonnet of his car, ‘searching’ for my vehicle documents. I could clearly see them, and I could clearly see him losing patience, but needed him to discover them. Eventually, he found the insurance document and impatiently said “Well that’s the important one.” And let me on my way. It worked precisely as I had planned. Chance maybe?
I was once caught sneaking into a rear entrance of Glastonbury abbey. It’s a tourist attraction and you normally need to pay to get into the grounds. Fortunately the grounds back onto a large house which has a short drive to a main road. I was passing through the gate onto the abbey grounds when a very prim and proper lady came through the other way. She looked down her nose at me (Well I had been camping for a few days) and asked me just what I thought I was doing. With an air of absolute confidence, I held up my old SLR camera (with a big lens) and said “Photographer to the Gentry”. Looking slightly nonplussed, she stood aside and I boldly strode past her as though I owned the place.
I have other examples, but you get the idea. A little psychology can go a long way.