Down in the parking lot, I can see the locksmith's van, a regular sight around here what with people moving in and out all the livelong day.
I can also hear the locksmith's van, more accurately its alarm, screaming like a stepped-on cat.
And I can see the locksmith and his trusty apprentice, plus several "helpful" bystanders, all trying to get his keys out of the van where they've been locked in.
Ouch... that one hurt.
There's a lot of iron in that irony.
Posted by: Jack at June 7, 2004 10:39 AMMaybe you should tell them that replacing a broken window might cost less than having the locksmith come all the way out to them.
Na-a-a-a-h....
Posted by: Tuning Spork at June 7, 2004 07:12 PMwow. that's just too classic.
Posted by: angel at June 9, 2004 12:19 AMAnd nobody in the audience had a bobby pin he could make a torsion wrench from and a paper clip he could use as a pick? What good are all you people?