I go outside and find these 20 Somethings trying to see inside the car with the flashlight apps on their phones.
“What’s up” sez I?
“Locked her keys in the car” came the answer.
I take the (actual) flashlight out of my pocket and look through the widshield. Sure enough there are the keys. The window is down about a half inch and I can see that the car has electric locks.
“No problem,” I say, “someone go inside and see if you can find a hangar”
One of the 20 Something trots off and I go to my truck, open it, toss my bag inside, open the center console and pull out a headlamp, open the toolbox in the back and pull out a pair of pliers.
I get back to the car and the kid runs up as I am putting on the headlamp. Hands me a hangar.
A white plastic hangar.
Dude, Seriously? Headdesk. Facepalm. If I’d have had both hands free it woulda been a double facepalm.
“No, a wire hangar”
“Oh!” I can see he hadn’t thought it through until now.
Runs back inside, returns with a WIRE hangar.
I untwist it, straighten it and they all look at me as if I am some kind of shaman or magician as I slide the hangar into the car and pull the little tab marked “lock” and the doors all go “click!”.
She thanked me and they all disperse. I put the pliers back and the headlamp back and started the truck and drove home.
If these young men are the future, we, as a culture, are DOOMED,