Dave pulled into Betty’s driveway and thought aloud: “Make this quick.”
And so he did as he grabbed the weekly church newspaper that he and Betty “shared” and headed for her back door. He had timed his stop for when she wasn’t home, of course, and he wanted to make it snappy in case she showed up unannounced.
Dave, you see, had left the church next door to Betty’s house some six months before, but he still had a vestigial attachment to said assembly in the form of the weekly church newspaper that he and Betty shared. The subscription was good for another six months, and neither of the two co-subscribers wanted to cancel said newspaper, because, well, because they both enjoyed it so much.
So Dave, despite having left the church next door to Betty’s house, kept to his weekly arrangement of reading that week’s church newspaper and then placing it in the handle of Betty’s back door when he was finished reading it.
As he was doing at this very moment, but at this very moment, he was carelessly leaving his new car running. Hey, he thought, I’ll be back in a flash, and what’s gonna happen, especially since I left the door wide op-
The wind that Dave had so carelessly ignored, blew the door shut, and the new car, being a new car with all the bells and whistles, promptly locked itself tightly and securely.
Dave patted his pockets for a spare key and remembered that his wife had the spare key, and she was in Detroit on business. He patted his pockets for his cell phone and realized he had left his cell phone in the glove compartment with the ringer off, because he had just wanted to “chill” for a while.
Well, he was anything but chilled at that very moment as he realized the true pickle he was in.
What to do?!?
To whom to turn?!?
Dave didn’t have a clue until he spotted a familiar rusty old red pickup truck parked behind the church next door to Betty’s house. The very church he had left six months before.
Yep, it was old Clyde, the church caretaker, or sexton, or whatever they called him.
Old geezer was old as the hills, but he kept the old church in tip-top shape, and, Dave had to admit, he was a regular guy. One of the regulars, in fact, he had rather enjoyed talking to before he left the church for-well, Dave wasn’t exactly sure why had left six months prior except that it had something to do with a fit of pique over-well, that was six months ago, and-
Dave looked at old Clyde’s rusty old pickup, and realized old Clyde was his best and only chance of getting out of the present jelly jar he had just put himself into.
For there he was in Betty’s driveway with his fancy new car running to beat the band, and the keys in the ignition, and the doors locked, and the windows closed, and his cell phone in-
Dave just swallowed a kilometer of pride and cut through Betty’s backyard and trotted on over to the church parking lot where old Clyde had parked his rusty old pickup, and, sure enough, there was old Clyde himself rustling in the back for some tool or another.
“Say, Clyde,” Dave said, “I seem to have locked my keys in the car over at Betty’s, and my cell phone’s-“
“Say no more,” Clyde said.
And off they went to fix the mess Dave had just made.
And, do you know, the only thing Clyde asked in return was: “Maybe you should come and see us once in a while, Dave, because we miss you.”