One rainy evening . . .
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.
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, he stuck the hanger under his seat.
With a smug grin, he said, "Now if this ever happens again, I'll have one handy."
Things that make you go Hmmm....
Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Originally published November 14, 2002.
