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I was leaving the video store today when I was approached by a coworker's 16 year old daughter, who got her driver's license about two months ago.
"Excuse me, Mr. Azulfool," she said, "but do you think I could borrow your cell phone?"
"Sure," I answered. "Is anything wrong?"
"Well, I locked myself out of my car. I need to call my dad."
"Isn't that your Celica right there with the window down a few inches?" I asked. "I have a coathanger in my trunk. Maybe we can snag your keys from the seat. Or are they in the ignition?"
"Neither, they're right here." She held up her pink key chain. It was inscribed: Life's Too Short to Date Ugly Guys.
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"So can I use your cell phone? My dad's gonna be so pissed."
"But I thought you said you were locked out."
"Oh, I am. I think my key batteries are dead. I press the button and it doesn't unlock, doesn't flash, doesn't toot . . . nothing. See?" click, click, click, click, click, click, click
"Let me see those," I said, "I'll show you a trick if you promise not to tell anybody."
She handed me her keychain, then watched with a puzzled look as I proceeded to insert the key into the keyhole and unlock her car (to be fair, the puzzled look was there already, and is still there as far as I'm aware).
"I didn't know you could do that!" she said.
"Believe it or not, that was the only way to do it when I was your age."
"Gawwwd . . . well . . . gee . . . thanks. I guess I don't need your cell phone then."
I decided not to launch into the story about how kids in my days didn't have cell phones. No reason to give the poor kid nightmares.
"Excuse me, Mr. Azulfool," she said, "but do you think I could borrow your cell phone?"
"Sure," I answered. "Is anything wrong?"
"Well, I locked myself out of my car. I need to call my dad."
"Isn't that your Celica right there with the window down a few inches?" I asked. "I have a coathanger in my trunk. Maybe we can snag your keys from the seat. Or are they in the ignition?"
"Neither, they're right here." She held up her pink key chain. It was inscribed: Life's Too Short to Date Ugly Guys.
"?"
"So can I use your cell phone? My dad's gonna be so pissed."
"But I thought you said you were locked out."
"Oh, I am. I think my key batteries are dead. I press the button and it doesn't unlock, doesn't flash, doesn't toot . . . nothing. See?" click, click, click, click, click, click, click
"Let me see those," I said, "I'll show you a trick if you promise not to tell anybody."
She handed me her keychain, then watched with a puzzled look as I proceeded to insert the key into the keyhole and unlock her car (to be fair, the puzzled look was there already, and is still there as far as I'm aware).
"I didn't know you could do that!" she said.
"Believe it or not, that was the only way to do it when I was your age."
"Gawwwd . . . well . . . gee . . . thanks. I guess I don't need your cell phone then."
I decided not to launch into the story about how kids in my days didn't have cell phones. No reason to give the poor kid nightmares.
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The New York Giants The Brooklyn Dodgers The Minneapolis Lakers
The AFL No Superbowl Lou Al CInder
45's Tom Dooley MTA Johnny Mathis and a couch
the beachboys first albumlake pipes cherry bombs 409's 3-2's
Tuesday Weld Tuesday Weld Tuesday Weld
ahhh and so it goes....
your turn
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Ragtops, three-windows, five-windows, buckets, flat-heads, flat-tops (Butch Wax!), Duck-tails, knowing what 4-4-2 stands for, and Linda Vaughn!
Sorry, can't type any more. I'm having too much fun (for a person my age).
Sorry, can't type any more. I'm having too much fun (for a person my age).
Ragtops, three-windows, five-windows, buckets, flat-heads, flat-tops (Butch Wax!), Duck-tails, knowing what 4-4-2 stands for, and Linda Vaughn!
Sorry, can't type any more. I'm having too much fun (for a person my age).
Sorry, can't type any more. I'm having too much fun (for a person my age).





...I hear you can also change channels on the tv without the remote...



