Hang it Up
Published Jan 01, 1900
One rainy evening, my husband, John,and I emerged from a restaurant only to find that he had locked the keys in the car. He insisted he could open the door with a wire coat hanger,so we went back to the restaurant to get one. There were none to be found. John then ran to a department store a quarter-mile away and returned with a hanger. After a few attempts, he got the door open and we climbed in. As we sat there, soaked and cold, Carey stuck the hanger under his seat. With a smug grin,he said, "Now if this ever happens again, I'll have one."
Originally published November 14, 2002.
