Dennie's Thoughts

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

OH MY!

So I hear #1 and 3 arguing, quietly, but arguing nonetheless.

"Maybe you shouldn't have locked yourself in there." #1

"I didn't know." #3

Me, I am trolling MySpace trying to catch up w/Ames (I am nothing if not totally competitive!) and I ask, "What are y'all talking about?"

"{#3} has locked himself in a pair of handcuffs." #1

(I hate those stupid things. One of the boys got them with his tickets at Main Event.) I tell him to come here and he's huffing, puffing and making odd noises. The little sh. . . er, ah, poor child sure enough has it locked it him . . . around his ankle. DOH!

"How do police use these on people's feet?" #3

"They don't." me

Round eyes and rounder mouth, "OH." #3

Not only has he entrapped his foot, he has used the cuff which has a
broken lever (it has one of those safety release features).

DOUBLE DOH!

And of course the key is long since lost—why we still have them, I
know not. I try a pen, then the tip of the pen, frantically look for the
stupid key then finally grab my needled nose pliers and whoops, I
break the little lever inside. . . and the thing is still NOT budging. I
have to examine the loose cuff—coulda shoulda probably done that
first I guess—to try and figure out how the mechanism works and
once I see which way this and that have to go, I shove the pliers in
and BAM. . . he'd free. And the stupid handcuffs magically landed in
the trashcan . . . SHEESH!

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