Some days it was embarrassing. Other days, it wasn't. Most of the time it depended who I was with, and if they were familiar with the routine. What was it all about? Mom had a cowbell she rang twice a day: precisely at 6 PM and then again at 9 PM. When the dinner bell sounded for supper, if I wanted to eat I had better be seated soon after I heard it. Cold food was not fun! The 'all in' bell rang at 9. If I wasn't present soon after I heard it, my 'outdoor existence' was usually cut short for the next few nights. I was lucky. I grew up in a neighborhood with plenty kids my age, guys and gals. I'm sure their parents secretly like the sound too, especially at 9. The bell was easy to hear. Mom just stepped out the back door and rang it 4-5 times. I lived with it. I had no real problem with it. Well, when I was with young ladies, it could be a bit perturbing. On hot summer nights, if I pleaded 'pretty please', I got an extension until 10. Mom was fair. btw THIS isn't the bell! If it was this one... Good Grief! Where's the fire?????