r days I had spent in preparation for thisimportant day. Somehow the trees seemed greener and even the braking and delaysof traffic did no more then humor me. Just as I was about to turn unto theexpressway, I passed a newer model plastic trash can in the middle of the road. Ithought about that can as I turned North unto the highway entrance. It occurred tome that I had extra time, therefore I had time to collect the trash can that I had justpassed. Leaving my truck parked on the side of the entrance to the highway, I gaited anddodged the cars speeding through the ramp. I grabbed the can and darted back tomy pick up. I tossed it in the bed of the truck, watched for traffic as I grabbed thedoor handle. However, the handle lifted, but without opening; my truck was locked!In fact, not only was it locked, but it was running!Piously, I thought that I could get into my truck since I was a locksmith. I gazedinto the vehicle at my valued tools. At first I tried to jar open the air vents of thewindows I tried to loosen the special sliding glass locks on the back of the cab ofthe truck. Unfortunately, I could not gain entry. I refused to be jarred by themisfortune, certainly since I was a lock smith with a certificate to prove the fact; Icould enter my truck despite the extra security measures that I had added. Icontinued to stare at the useless tool boxes inside the cab. Desperately, I hunted for tools in the grass on the side of the ramp. Certainly therewould be a hanger laying on the road. Waiting for a pause in traffic, I searched theroad for hangers. Embedded in my memory, were images of wire hangers in thestrangest places, they seemed to be common finds, but not on that Mondaymorning. I continued my hunt for safety pins, small bits of wire, but resorted totwigs and sticks. I gathered the smallest sticks that I could find. I tried to jam theminto the keyholes of the locks to no avail. I was exhausted and frustrated. I couldn̵...
