Planning Ahead

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, John stuck the hanger under his
seat. With a smug grin, he said, "Now if this ever happens again, I'll
have one."